I'm a detective. [It sounds less bitter on his tongue than "superhero". Even though it explains absolutely nothing about anything.] They're for my detective work.

Also, I don't care whether you asked me or not. You're not my priority, finding answers and getting everyone out alive is. [At least he's not operating under the assumption that she can't take care of herself anymore, he thinks she can probably handle herself at least a little bit - though she's not going to assume anything about her combat prowess.

Her competence level in his mind has gone from "civilian" to "police officer". Or more commonly known as "Dead Weight" in his personal experience, though they have their uses.]

The "stupid gadgets" will come in handy, rest assured.