Jake was still a bit...flustered if he was honest, barely registering that Dirk had taken the bottle and handed it over. But he recovered after a moment, eyes flicking between him and Feferi ad he cleared his throat. "Y-Yes! Handle myself and all that. No need for Ms. Feferi to trouble herself." It had been welcomed though.

He did gladly take the change of subject, grinning as he applied the much needed protection. "Boxing is my sport, and I'm an ace with guns. Love berettas the most though. Just give em a twirl and nothing else feels better. Oh! Janey."

He squirted a bit of sunscreen on his hand, nodding to it. "Sure you don't need some?"