Bertrand put up with Bob's patter as best as he could, trying his hardest to tune it all out. Something about hair and hair products. He was sure it was entertaining, but much like being arrested or in a car crash, it was only entertaining when it was happening to someone else and he just wished he didn't have to be subjected to it all as well. Why couldn't he just talk shit like a normal human being. He had to admit calling the girl a man had been funny, though. Openly grinning, he walked along with the rest of the group into the armory/changing room. As he took his own pilot suit out of the locker he took a chance to take a good, long look at Katrina. And then several more, practically rubbing his hands together. She was a pretty one, if not entirely suited to his own tastes, but too much attitude to her. That he didn't like.