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Hello? Hello! This is Jack.

Um, I am in one of the back trailers in the second convoy. And I have found sewing supplies and more fabric, and I thought, well, some of us have been going through, erm, changes. These can be hard on our clothing or make wearing certain clothing difficult.

I am not the best tailor in the world, I cannot make a patch or mended tear invisible or create clothing from scratch, but I know how to mend very well if you do not need it to be invisible. Also I can probably take your old clothes and alter them to fit you better.

I will be down here all evening if you would like to stop by. I will try to be here most evenings after dinner but before bed in case anyone needs help fixing your clothes. Okay? Okay.

[And with that slightly distracted-sounding final note, as the sound of fabric rustling around marks him getting back to work, he signs off.

He will indeed be down in the shops section of the convoy all evening, working diligently to patch, mend, repair, and alter clothing for anyone who comes by. If no one comes by, he's working on his own clothes or trying to work out how to make a pattern so he can learn how to make clothes from scratch, preferably with as little wasted material on mistakes as possible. He has no idea if he will ever find more, after all.]

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It shrugs uncomfortably - is this that weird? It thought this was one of the common language clusters in at least some places, given the fact that the Company had bothered to give it the module on it.

"I guess." Which... sounds like a shitty explanation for it, doesn't it. It elaborates, "Preservation uses it a lot. Captain Consuela Makeba has some speeches recorded in it." Or reproduced in it, in the case of historical genres.

Once Jack is done with the measurement, it folds its arms, but doesn't retreat quite so much. "I've got two of the historical dramas about it."

"I should not be surprised, I am sorry," Jack says, returning to his table to fold in the hem and start stitching again, but he's smiling. He talks even more easily in his native language, so it's probably no surprise that he keeps talking. "But you are from somewhere that seems very far away from me, and I did not expect it. Also, I admit, mostly I do not find people who know that in addition to their own language. Usually if they don't speak English, they choose that, and if they do, they don't bother to learn another language."

He tilts his head, glancing up again from his work briefly at SecUnit. "You have historical dramas? In your car?" Or... well, it is a construct of some sort. Maybe it has some kind of... player in its head?

"It's probably not the same. I only have some language modules, and the context doesn't always carry over." It's seen so many weird gestures and had to figure out whether they're supposed to be aggressive/insulting from context. So many. Not to mention the number of people who think a SecUnit's neural tissue isn't advanced enough for it to understand things like sarcasm. Or context.

More importantly, though... it's realizing its mistake. "No. I've... got the files saved." In its head. "I don't have a way to play them yet." Or it does, but it probably shouldn't hook itself up to the Convoy's tech just to play movies. Installing them on people's devices is one thing, but playing them directly is a bit too much like being an appliance for its tastes.

Jack nods, accepting the explanation. "Maybe we can find something in one of these trailers that has a video input," he offers. "If you want to watch them again. Do you have many dramas saved?" He has very little idea what the storage space in a SecUnit's brain might be. He has very little idea what the storage space in a regular computer might be, really, he's modern but he's not knowledgeable about things like that-- and SecUnit is probably better than a boring old computer.

Uncomfortable now, SecUnit shifts, shrugging. "It's fine," it says, maybe not wanting to admit that it was ignoring Jack to watch media not ten minutes ago. "If you want to watch one I'll find a way to send it."

There's got to be something, even if it's just someone with a solid-state screen device it can set things to. In the meantime it crosses its arms, watching Jack and the jacket he's still got before him.

"It's all right. I keep myself busy," Jack assures it. Case in point, even as they've been talking, he's been working the hem on SecUnit's sleeve. His hands are always busy when he talks, whether it be with work or punctuating his speech. "I would not have anything to watch it on, either." He flashes it a smile. "Thank you for offering, though."

He holds up the sleeve, considering the hem, then makes another few stitches. "There. Come take this and try it on? If it is the right length, then you can take it back."

From the speed SecUnit stops pretending to be casually hanging around and comes over to take the jacket back, it's been downplaying how uncomfortable the whole prospect of removing its outer layers has left it. It holds out its hand for the jacket, and once it's give, promptly tries the thing on.

There is at least a half-second where it checks the length of the sleeve, and gives an experimental tug at the stitched parts to make sure the entire thing won't come unraveled with the movement. Then it glances at Jack - not quite meeting his eye, but checking to see whether he seems satisfied enough with his work.

Jack looks over it critically, then nods firmly. "It looks like it will hold. If it does not, bring it back to me and I can fix it again. Hopefully better that time, if it falls apart that quickly," he adds with a wrinkled nose.

"It probably won't be your fault. There's a lot of monsters here."

Said with the casual assurance that SecUnit will of course be fighting more of them - though Jack's offer of repair does stick out in its brain, It might actually have to find some back-ups. Which means scavenging for itself.

With that in mind it starts to turn for the door to the cab, only pausing for another half-second, just in case Jack comes up with some last-minute addition that really does need to be made.

Jack waves it off amiably with a smile. "Go, go. I have kept you long enough. You know where to find me if it is torn again." And he shuffles back to his table to get back to work on other projects. He can recognize that SecUnit is ready to get going, and probably was ready a while ago.

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