...great, someone else who wanted him to not use their title. He's so bad at that-- it's all of his legionnaire training, to be sure. Rank has been drilled into his head since he was young, whether they were off-duty or not.

"Sure," Caine nods, but he knows it's going to slip sometime or other.

"I don't know," he frowns and hikes the boots up higher on his shoulder. "If I'm lucky they'll give out when I'm testing them closer to the ground. And if I'm not? They'll give out when I'm trying to hairpin turn into an alley." And no spray here would fix that kind of accident. "What kind of protective gear is available here?"