Though he tried to ignore it, it was easy enough to see the look of disgust when Quin looked at him. He had always known that she hated his synthetic wetsuit. Though it would be easy enough to for him to ask her to craft him something, the bodysuit had been on sale, and he had put some serious effort into putting in the LED lights that ran up and down the thing. But of course, that wasn't the true reason. A small part of it had been pride, though he wasn't nearly prideful enough to act in such a stupid manner. Anchor knew of Silk Worms powers, and it would be useful to have one of her flawlessly crafted suits, be it bulletproof, waterproof, or whatever whimsy might strike her. More than anything else, it was really to spite her. 

Though Anchor held himself like a professional when it was important, he found himself unable to resist certain child-like urges of the sort. So long as it didn't endanger anyone, why couldn't he have some fun in infuriating others? The look on her face when Quin looked at his suit was rather quality entertainment. Still, whenever he could, he did his best to simply ignore these thoughts. No matter how enjoyable, anything that got in the way of the mission was a hazard that could not be risked, even a slight bit. 

Anchor then thought on the current conversation, which had taken a rather sudden turn for the worse, becoming rather macabre. He shifted his grip on the anchor, creating a rather audible scratch as the heavy steel scraped across his whale-bone shoulder plate. "Though I do agree that we shouldn't need to kill in the first place, this is hardly a contest of glory. This could be a matter of life or death, for countless citizens. I would rather stop the threat, and have the death weighing down on my mind, than have hundreds of innocent deaths weighing down on me." The Atlantean spoke, voice echoing a bit through his helmet.