He pretended not to notice her happiness, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck.
When she looked up at him, he met her gaze with his before shrugging lamely. He had faith that she would be able to protect herself before long, they had good teachers here. If he took her out himself he could be sure she was doing alright, too. One day she would be able to help out on sentry for sure, but he was mostly concerned with her being able to shoot an intruder or vampire or anything that got in her face. This prison seemed less and less safe as the days went by.
"Everyone's gotta start somewhere." he assured her, noticing for the first time that Sookie was right. That color was the right choice...he'd never tell her that or anything.