Abdullah is trying not to let on how uneasy he is with this plan. Considering he was raised in an otherdimensional city of the gods, he's discovering he's strangely adverse to magic. He looks at Zatara, whom he's warmed to a little -- at least in comparison to this Constantine -- and decides he should have faith. Well, a little faith.

"Zachary Zatara," he inquires. "Will it be permissible for me to keep my firearms while in this disguise? Or will it alert our murderous assailant?"