Jolting at the sudden spark of conversation, she never was one for it, never had been. "A-ah— Mine, uh—" Stumbling over the words, irises gazing elsewhere; brows furrowing in irritation at her own struggle of conversation. She was making it more difficult than it truly was. "I— I made this.ᐟ"
” Hey! that’s some pretty neat armor you got there! where’d ya get it from? “ he isn’t one to particularly be shy of something that piqued interest.