... He can't help being amused by her being red. It's cute. But he thinks someone like her should know better than to hang around him too long; liable to get grievously wounded, someone that fragile.

"There's machines for it?" A whine is edging into his tone, now, though; he hadn't been aware you could just make it THAT easily. "Man, I've been deprived... this isn't fair! I am all for holding one up when we get back. I always wondered where half their stuff came from, anyway."

That would make him so unbelievably happy. But also, it would probably keep her away from people like Rigatona, who didn't tend to hang out in the room the Mogekos tended to set up shop, so!