[ He does take it, examines it, then reaches over for the nearest roll of tape. When she smiles at his words, he smiles in turn. That's good, that's progress. He watches her attentively, catching her meaning. Nods, then. ] Okay, okay, I can work with that.

[ Sitting down and balancing the stencil on one knee, he tears off a small strip of tape which he carefully covers one of the rips with. So long as she's not telling him no. ] Let me just put some tape on this, then it's not gonna rip all the way through so easy. 'kay? And then we can get to work. [ Gives her a smile. ]

The red's in my backpack, you can borrow it. [ He jerks his head to the side. His pack is a worn thing that's more patches and pins and stains than anything else. It's still open. Not like he's got space-cash people could run off with. ] No pink or orange though.