NARRATOR: Shephard residence, Baffler's Bulkhead, Haven Hive...
TINO: So... umm... how do I look?
BUNNI: The truth?
TAILOR: My tailoring is not about truth.
MA SHEPHARD: Be nice to the poor boy.
BUNNI: You look like every other slab-chested, over-shouldered, testosterone-poisoned grunt I've worked with.
You're hard to see around, and you look optimistic about your chances to become something more than just meat for the grinder.
BUNNI: You look like a fresh cog in the battered, weathered, and not-uncommonly broken war machine whose squishier bits scream for my help when they go squish.
BUNNI: YOU LOOK LIKE A SOLDIER.
TINO: Oh! Thank you, Ma'am.
BUNNI: Except for that ridiculous haircut. SCISSORS!