[His eyes trail to her thigh, and surprisingly, it's not a thirsty teenage boy thing. He's just looking at the Evoker, strapped there, and then back to her gesture. She has to shoot herself in the head to summon...?]

Whoa, metal. We just rip off our faces. [A beat, and his eyebrows crease together.] ...that sounds worse, actually! Goes with the Phantom Thief thing-- [He swipes his hand in front of his eyes.] Masks.