His face visibly tightens when the entry for one suit in particular passes. It's... odd to say the least. Most of them are variations on a theme, grey bodysuits with variable measures of protection. There are even a few that he's never seen before. One with nipples and what looked like a codpiece, of all things. But it's the archaic suit of chainmail that catches his eye.

"That one," he replies quickly. Stacy may have all kinds of failsafes for keeping just anyone from getting their hands on it, but he couldn't count on that forever. No, it was better if that piece was left where he could see it.

"I'll take that one."