"Parachute cord," Major repeats, brows furrowed. It sounds vaguely familiar - like he might've heard some of the other mercenaries at Fillmore Graves talk about it at some point, but he'd only just started his training when he came through the fountain. He hadn't had a chance to actually get to know any of the recruits or their lingo. He glances at her wrist, then snaps as he points towards it. "Oh, right, that stuff. I totes saw that in an LL Bean catalogue once, I think. Or maybe it was Eddie Bauer. Anyway, point being is that I've seen it and heard of it, and have seen many a survivalist talk about how it's a necessary item in case of the apocalypse, but I don't have any myself, no." He makes a good show of pouting at her insult, even though he isn't offended at all. "I'll have you know that I got these amazingly strong muscles from years of playing football, as well as spending far too much time at my local gym. The football probably also explains why I'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes." He taps his temple with his finger.

Her offer gets a brow lift and a flicking glance back and forth between her face, Minor, and the bracelet.

"Wait, really?" he asks, finally settling his gaze on her for longer than a second. "It's cause of him, isn't it?" He points towards the puppy who's being so god damned cute that Major was definitely experiencing a random bout of cute aggression. "You know that having me as an owner sets him up for failure, so whatever you can do to help give him the best fighting chance .. Is that it?"