North shoots his sister a look before she can make a disapproving sound.

"That... isn't quite what I meant," he says as he works on pulling each piece of armor off with methodical care. Within moments his sister was there to help, ready to catch each loose back half of the armor when he pulled the front. The two of them were quite efficient at things like this. "For instance, Wyoming is a sniper, plain and simple, whereas I'm a combat sniper. I'm am better to put into a position where the sniper needs to actually fight his way out. And South is a stealth specialist when she chooses to be."

The teasing snipe gets him a punch in the ass, but a half hearted one.