She files the information away. She understands the need to be recognized by one's uniform alone. Overwatch had been full of eccentric characters, and even in the standard UN blue they were always distinguishable at once - for a reason.

Ana thinks about playing this out a little further. As much as her nest puts her out of reach, it's only real protection when she's going unseen.

"Let's stop being coy then," She says. She releases her grip on the rifle, catching it again by the barrel so she can lay it across her lap. Better to get ahead of this before he makes up his mind about what to do. "You don't strike me as the 'shoot first, ask questions later' type of person, so why don't you ask your questions?"