Since it sounded as if she was saying that more for herself than for him, he let it go. Ultimately, he didn't pity her, the situation of being caged whether chemically or socially was something that he could relate to. "I'll handle it." He offered immediately, which wasn't something to be taken lightly given the opinions of the people in this cause. There was a kind of rabid hatred towards the Outcasts and everything they stood for, cardamine included. And yet he was offering to handle the supply of it for her sake. Obviously he must have cared about her, to consistently put himself at risk like this.
"It's better if I do it, because it's less likely people will find out that it's for you. I'd also be able to conceal it better. Just let me know how much you need and how regularly you'll need it, and I'll do it." This was said in a way that implied he wasn't going to accept her trying to find riskier alternatives, simply for the sake of being able to do it on her own. And he asserted this like he always had, but with a more personal implication. "I take care of my own."
When the moment moved on to her uniform and her testing it out, he watched as she went through the motions to see what it could handle. "I wouldn't call us casual, decentralized to an extent that borders on anarchy, sure. But not casual." Truthfully, they did take their cause and ultimate mission seriously, it was all they had and obviously they refused to squander it. "You'll be able to do most things in it. Nothing heavy or inflexible to the design." Keeping the uniform simple was part of the reason why it looked nice. They weren't noisy or overly embellished, and this also meant less encumberance when moving around. It was as close as you could get to an ideal balance.
"I couldn't help but notice the guitar, do you play often?" It had been on his mind ever since he saw it, but there wasn't much of a reason to ask. Since changing subjects seemed appropriate in this situation, and beneficial to her mood, he decided to bring it up.
