[He certainly had been talking to himself! And completely unaware of the tiny woman... person... thing not too far away from him. Though once she starts talking and just rambling on is when he's finally registering her voice.

As an obnoxious buzzing in his ears that he's very keen to silence.]

Barbarism. Barbaric. As in something archaic that there are far better ways of using or making at this point in time. [Please someone stop him or save one of them from all of this.]

It has nothing to do with hair. Or barbers. Or anything of the sort. Why would something in an armory have anything to do with that?