There were moments when she smiled that she reminded him of a clown. Not the Bozos, no, but in the sense of someone paid to smile for a living. Regardless, he was still weighing if he wanted to keep going as she explained what the mask was. His gaze lifted toward her as she put on his face and he heard himself in the bouncy way she spoke - disturbing, to say the least, but something he already could do thanks to the NSUA feds.

Regardless, he lifted his brows as if surprised and feigned some level of awe. The mask did have the advantage that it wasn't limited to having to collect biometric data, though he had to assume it didn't strongly encourage habits and mannerisms by how she acted while wearing his face. And, well, she finished saying the disguise was random, which meant he was disinclined to use it. At least for now.

"Well that is a rather nice prize," he said cooly, looking the mask over. "With yet another fun little surprise," he added, glancing back to her as he set it down on the counter. "Good way to get into trouble," he said with a mischievous upturn to the corner of his lips.

He glanced at the rest of the prizes, seeing what else was there. He had three shots left, after all.