[He's seriously about to ask what in the world a little girl needs armor for, because even grown men have mother hen streaks once in a while, when he realizes what a stupid question it is. They've been brought here to fight a war, haven't they? Better to ask why the Initiative saw fit to bring a girl to the fight than to ask why she feels the need to protect herself.]
Okay. Give me a second.
[He sets the duffel bag down, crouches down beside it, and proceeds to root through the contents of the bag. There's a LOT of crap in this bag. Bottles, syringes, rolls of duct tape... finally he pulls out a length of string he managed to scrounge up before coming to find Cat. It'll have to do for a measuring tape for now.]
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Okay. Give me a second.
[He sets the duffel bag down, crouches down beside it, and proceeds to root through the contents of the bag. There's a LOT of crap in this bag. Bottles, syringes, rolls of duct tape... finally he pulls out a length of string he managed to scrounge up before coming to find Cat. It'll have to do for a measuring tape for now.]
Mind if I get a couple of quick measurements?