It's about what Rumlow expects. Nice guy to do that for her, he thinks, and it reminds him of someone. He shrugs it off, turning back to pluck it off the chair and slide it on. The smell is even more familiar, but he can't place a name to it whatsoever. Fucking weird. He turns back to watch Kenzi as she slips on her own coat. The color is nice. Suits her. Makes her eyes pop.

"Nah, that's fine. Ask away," Rumlow replies. He's got questions too, after all, and he doubts she's gonna take that personally, given she's in the same damn boat. He'll just have to be careful about how he answers -- Rumlow doesn't remember if he's told her he works for SHIELD yet or not. Or if he's even allowed to. He's gonna stay on the safe side and wager 'no.'

He peers down at the glint Kenzi pulls from her pocket. Hunh. Rings. So they are married. Or at least, she's got something he distantly remembers purchasing. He recalls feeling like the black diamonds would be right up Kenzi's alley, that the design would match her attire. Even with the raincoat, it seems like it really does. He smiles, setting a hand atop her shoulder.

"Still proud I managed to find those," he says, though he's uncertain where the feeling really comes from.