"Ah--" The blond brought up his hands level with his slack-jawed face. Shit, he hadn't thought of that. Tan lines like those would not be cool in any way, shape, or form. "I guess yer right..." Zell hated to take them off, but it wasn't as if he was the only capable fighter here. It still felt weird, peeling off something that was practically apart of him.

His morose eyes looked to Rinoa as he stuffed his gloves in his back pocket. "Okay, well, when you get attacked by a giant fish, don't come cryin' to me to beat it up..."