"You want me to keep wearing that? Like, when I'm working?" Something about the request has her insides twisting sharp. Makes her feel a mix of emotions she can't accurately identify. Confusion and annoyance sure, her usual brand of surly...but there's also something heated and squirmy that she doesn't know how to name. "I thought you wanted a bodyguard. Not like, a prize hunting hound or something."

Wearing it to appease the guards made a weird kind of sense. This? She isn't sure what this is.