Up come his eyes, first, followed shortly by his eyebrows, which tuck together in something akin to consternation, or maybe the closest Nathan Wuornos gets to bewilderment, but his tone is even, almost dry.

He doesn't come across, strictly speaking, as conversational, but she asked a question and he'll answer it to the best of his abilities, which, in this case...

Well, it's not much.

His eyes track from the outfit in question to her face, considering, and back again, before lanky shoulders lift in a hitched shrug. "Doesn't look like it'd protect much."

He'll just avoid any mention of that cut-out at the top, thanks. "Probably easy to move around in, though. Sorry, I don't have much of an eye for..."

Trailing off, he gathers his thoughts, makes a guess. "...design."