[There isn't much to the shop: a counter, a couple tables and shelves, the door. Jack is at one of the tables with a needle and thread and a pile of different fabrics, working on a pair of trousers he's modifying to more comfortable fit all his tails.

He looks up when the door opens, and offers SecUnit a smile, immediately putting his current project aside.]

Hello! Are you wearing the-- oh I see, yes you are.

[Yeah that's a pretty torn up sleeve, all right.]