He tilts his head a bit at the strange location name - Equestria? Sounds like a nation of horsemen... The noises of his armor bring him out of the reverie. Chainmail? Is it under her plate, or... well, there's really nowhere else it could be. Right? He can't see through glamour without trying, and he usually doesn't try unless he knows an illusion is being woven.

The rest of her statement sounds... a lot more like what he expects out of someone dressed for battle. "Unless you take work as a bounty hunter, or the barriers go down again, you shouldn't need it. Is any of your gear enchanted?"