Alley eyeballs the coat critically, then shrugs. Not everyone is a warrior; in her brain he's already been categorized as 'probably some kind of rogue' due to the coat.

"Next big influx of points I get, I'm buying back my old armor. Had to get my shield first, the little buckler they loaned me last mission didn't feel right. I'm used to using something that weighs about as much as I do."

All of this, of course, because...

"I'm someone who gets hit by the enemy, and laughs in their face while someone else takes them out from behind."

She's a tank.