They say it can't be done, but almost anything is possible as far as he is concerned.  His stance clearly showing the confidence that his expertise brings.  A salvager wouldn't be caught dead without the tools of the trade along with a few more specialized finds over the years.

A fedora hat usually tilted just a little off center to the left covered most the brown faux hawk.  Faint crow's feet lines could be seen when the shadows from the hat didn't hide them hinting at his middling age.  With such great confidence he usually could be seen smiling and depending on the situation a cocky smirk.

A duster worn over his leather jerkin.  The jerkin patterned in the style of urban camo.  Around his wrist was his prized possession, usually hidden beneath the sleeve, a metallic bracelet but with a quick enough motion it could be turned so the small boxy device that protruded off of it could extend toward the palm of his hand and activating the bright green force shield that he fights with.

On the belt made of various metallic disks his whip hangs within easy reach should it be needed and between it and the shield are his primary means of fighting.  To the other side of the belt in a sturdy container was what is needed to disassemble the Numenera found throughout the world.