Anastasia's mouth opened in a little 'o' when he mentioned it was to bridge his suit to power armor. While she could've likely figure out all the connections, she's never bothered to work with that side of the technological house, so to speak. She was surprised, actually, that he was as well-versed in tech as he was, and it was like a breath of fresh air. She'd seem this man, and immediately thought of him as the kind of guy who'd simply follow orders because they were orders, and aim before asking questions. This new, more intellectual side of him was something she was more comfortable with.
As she took a better look at his rebreather, physically stepping closer to really get the look she wanted, she could see how it all worked together. She was tempted to ask if she could pull it apart and tweak it to work better, her figures actually itching ever so slightly, but she held herself back. She knew asking that would be like him asking to fly her baby, and there was nobody in the world she'd let sit in the chair of her bird. She stepped back.
"Nice handiwork, friend. It's not often I see a non-Pilot with something so well-kept. Something not weapon-based, I mean." She fumbled her words a bit and shook her head, brushing her fingers over the feather on her head briefly before realizing something. "Hold up a tick, I don't know your name, I don't think. I'm Anastasia, pleasure to meet you." She held out her hand, then looked over his shoulder, shifting her focus from the foreground to far into the distance, her pupils constricting noticeably. She thought she'd seen something move, but it turned out to be a common thief getting caught. She brought her focus back to normal, her pupils dilating slightly at the shift.