One look at the gaudily patterned button down shirt he was wearing over worn jeans and heavy boots should have told her he hadn't a clue about fashion. He just didn't see the point of cutting. On missions, his head had been covered by a mask and beanie, so there was very little chance of it getting pulled. And keeping it short meant getting it cut every bloody month, which meant it didn't happen.
So she had been telling the truth. "Explains how you managed to get the drop on me," he told her. "And the fact you're completely insane." Yes, he expected to get at least a thump for that. Even if it were true.