Aza blinked very slowly, internally bewildered at the woman's... weirdness.

"Right. I see," he said after a pause, unsure if it'd be rude to point out the tongue bite there. He should ask if she was okay, right? Or would that embarrass her more? Reluctantly, he let it slide, giving her a concerned look before turning his attention to the surrounding armour. It certainly was practical, solid... plain. Bluebird would hate this shit.

"You really haven't tried to make it fashionable at all," he said idly, reaching out with his burned fingers to curiously prod at a boiled leather breastplate. Firm to the touch, "No patterns or anything? That won't compromise the integrity of the leather, you know."