[Okay, he's the highly practical sort. She can't fault him for that...

Just like he doesn't seem to fault her for her guilty conscience either. So far, at least. She feels a little embarrassed for presuming right away, but she shrugs a shoulder to shake off the feeling.]

I wasn't saying that.

[Whether she likes it or not, these supplies all used to belong to someone who's dead now. Clothes were far more noticeable, certainly, but she supposes the difference doesn't matter. Those people are dead, their remains as scattered as their belongings, and there's no covering up that reality.]

Clothes carry a lot of a person's image with them, that's all. Even when that person is gone.

[She gestures vaguely.]

But it wouldn't do us any good to go without, and if they want our help, I suppose it's only logical. Besides...green seems to be your color more than mine.

[Not really, actually, but he seems to like it more. There, new justification for pawning it off on him!!!!]