"Oh hmm." That is actually kind of fascinating. He examines it from a distance, frowning a little. "So you would prefer the sleeve flush with your skin then, and perhaps a little stretchy to accommodate the guns. I can do that."

He moves past the table to a cabinet behind it, opening the doors to reveal a few mismatched and definitely not full rolls of fabric, and some loose patches of more fabrics folded on shelves. "Knit, knit, we want knit... aha this. The color is even close, though it is not perfect." He pulls out a folded pile of soft fabric, holds it up next to SecUnit's shirt for it to see, as if checking for approval. "Good?"