"No one's perfect," she pointed out with a chuckle, smiling at his praise. "I imagine the Colonel would be more than happy to disagree with you, but if there's one thing he loved to do, it was complain. Steve, I know better than to doubt your abilities, do what you feel is right." Nodding, she stroked his hair back into place, admiring the boyishness of the cut before smiling wider, teasing. "Is that so? Should I trade my gun in for a nice frilly apron?"