All of that, and panting slightly because he's upset and he has no idea how to handle this and then she just asks that questions as if he said none of it.

He stares at her, mouth hanging open for several minutes before he snaps it close with a click.

"Special forces, and because of that no one cares if I keep myself to regulations," he says, stroking his goatee. Which is a lie. The military cares. His commanding officer doesn't. "My teammate has longer hair than you do," he adds, smiling fondly as he thinks about Cougar. "Also, legally I'm dead so I don't think anyone really cares what I look like."