This time, she does flinch, although it's barely noticeable under the thermals — her shoulders hunch, muscles tensing, for just the scantest second. Her proper response, however, is a slightly moody shrug, and a wry smile, amidst unzipping her thermals to the undergarments beneath.

"Can't say I'm exactly shocked to hear it directly, but..." She shrugs again, pulling her arm out. "I guess I don't blame them, either. Blah blah blah, red tape, blah blah you might be a terrorist, blah blah there's a war going on."

Her tone and expression, on the other hand, suggests that she might blame them a little.

"Still. Would've been nice not to have to raise money to buy my own mods." Peeling her other arm out, she adds on glibly, "and everything else."