While Floyd Lawton a.k.a. Deadshot went to discuss the matter of helping Maelstrom with the rest of the Squad, the latter took Enchantress to a boutique on the outskirts of town. "Wait here."
Enchantress, or Dr. June Moone as she preferred in her human guise, decided to humor him. After a few brief seconds, he returned with one of the shop's mannequins in his arms. The mannequin was decked out in a green lady's coat, red scarf, and pointed witch's hat, which was somehow considered fashionable in this day and age.
"Would you explain why you've brought this to me?"
"Simple. Even a old witch like yourself needs some better camouflage than a stripper's costume. That, and I think this ensemble matches your eyes."
It was true that the Enchantress's eyes were now a permanent shade of gold as a result of the binding process that had merged her with the body and mind of the original June Moone. Yet she still retained Moone's memories and sense of style, and she did not quite agree with Maelstrom's assessment. Still, he had a point. Revealing her true form to mortals 24/7 was not always appropriate when the near-nakedness she had witnessed among the worshippers of old had been replaced with a culture of dress and appearance.
"Very well then. I thank you for these clothes."
"Your welcome. Now why don't we go find the others and see if they've come to a decision?"
The Squad, as it turned out, was divided over whether on not to offer their assistance to Maelstrom. Captain, Croc, and Quinn didn't believe him, even with Enchantress's blessing, and even Flag was unwilling to fully commit support to some stranger he'd never heard of. With only two members in his corner, Maelstrom began to wonder if he would be better off on his own.
Suddenly, the Enchantress disappeared and then reappeared in the outfit he had given her. When she returned, the others were shocked at her new look. Rather than use her powers of illusion to better resemble Moone, as was her usual approach, she had fixed up her black hair and removed the filth from her face and neck. Aside from her shining eyes, it was impossible to tell she was the same person.
"Hot DAMN!"
"You look...very pleasing, Miss Moone."
"Pointed hat's kind of a turn off, though, luv."
Enchantress basked in their approval like a model on the runway before addressing them in a rather sharp tone.
"We should help him."
With that, the matter was settled.