He'd all but forgotten about the skull and he looks down to remember its shape, rough fingers tracing the edge of it idly. The thought of flaunting it is almost silly to him somehow and he lets out a dry laugh at her question, not finding it flippant in the least.

"Depends. Think it'll protect me when bullets start flyin'?" There's a twinkle in his eye as he looks back up at her. "I could wear your costume if I wanted to show it off." Something tells him, he couldn't pull off the whole 'glorified bikini on the battlefield' thing as well as she does.