Blaze looks up at him when he explains, taking in his expression before she grunts approvingly. "Well chosen."

They both know - Bryn understood - how much his homeland means to him. Blaze might be inclined to wonder, if she contemplates them at all, how much all those old national symbols really meant to most of the people who bore them. There's no question when it's Steve, though.

She handles the shield with the respect it deserves, gripping it at either side to carefully test how it flexes under force, turning it over and lifting it by the grip to test that lack of weight for herself. Ghost flits around it to scan the results. "...Some kind of magic, all right. It's like it isn't there." She pauses, optics flicking up at Steve. "Anyone teaching you how to use it?"