I agree. It's somewhat less stressful this way. [Coby reached up, unbuttoning his suit jacket and beginning to take it off. Given the depth of the hallway in front of him, he decided he would have rather avoided it getting bloodied. So far, his gloves were the only thing to suffer and blood wouldn't have changed the color of them much, he imagined.

Left with his dress shirt, Coby took off his gloves and began rolling his sleeves up. His jacket, he left hanging on a broken part of the wall. A little dust wouldn't ruin it. When he rolled his shirt up, one could see that his forearms were entirely coated black, as if painted and stained like steel.]

All in all, your anger towards this is admirable. We should point it in the right direction.