Jack nods, and takes fabric and jacket back to his table to get to work, letting SecUnit do as it likes. He mutters to himself as he does, keeping up a kind of running commentary. It's mostly in Spanish, but the world's language filters make it understandable anyway, even if SecUnit didn't have a module that includes old-school Mexican-accented Spanish.

Only once mid-work he does speak up. "SecUnit? May I hold this against your arm to make sure I have the length right?"