He nods, offering her something of an affirmative noise from the back of his throat. The phrasing she uses makes him think that he can put all the pieces together from here, but as long as they’re having a conversation, he might as well ask.

“His armor?"

That’s his assumption, but he supposes there is the tiniest possibility that she’s a physical person hanging out somewhere and projecting this hologram to screw with him. He thinks he could stand to have this cleared up the rest of the way.