[ Rarely though it comes up, there's (at least) one problem with wearing sunglasses to obscure attention and facilitate discreet observation — if it isn't clear just where he's looking, even as his actual focus is unaware, someone else might think he's staring at them.

Nanami wasn't, isn't looking at the guy shoving cloth up his nose. Instead, his attention followed the helper, tepidly interested in what level of first aid was available to the grapplers and archers. Only his eyes moved, hidden, which unwittingly strengthened an appearance of standing stock still, straight and fixed as a fence post, facing a guy with a nostril full of rag. The man's motion keeps indistinct in his periphery, even the jolt of his chin, until the question's asked and Nanami realizes there's no one else near enough for it to be directed to.

Blinking, the only (and hidden) evidence of his being startled, needing half-a-second to overtake his delay. ]

Whereas, [ flat and flattening, his eyebrows arcing above his sunglasses, ] I look like I need accessories.

[ Because he hadn't actually been watching, Nanami grasps the meaning of the trinket only after pairing bet and bloodied nose. ]

No, thank you. I'm not interested in collecting someone else's accolades. Please show it off yourself and get your own meal.

[ After however long he'd brawled to get such a number of trinkets, the guy probably should eat. ]