She growls at him, more impatient than anything else, as he drags her away; as they start walking down the street, night sweeps over their section of the city, moving starkly from light to dark, although few people even hesitate for more than a second. "It needs to be light. Usually I don't, because my skin is tough. But if it slows me down, it's useless, and I'll just toss it off, in any serious fight. And most armor feels restricting, now, with all my enhancements." She taps a pair of Bracers of Armor she wears. "These work, now. Don't slow me down." She seems a bit short today, though he can tell her temper is focused at something else, aside from him or the blacksmith.