That's enough to startle a laugh out of Joe. It's true enough. With the war, his appearance wasn't something he particularly had enough time to care about and, since then, he's grown to have a certain fondness for the mess of hair exploding from the top of his head.
"It's an aesthetic choice," Joe says with a crooked smile.
The ground are beautiful as they walk and, distracted though he is, he has to appreciate the beauty that's so very different from what he knows. "You look -" he begins, then pauses. "You look good."