[Of course, as the daughter of a fashion designer and an enthusiast besides, image is...was, everything. Clothes are just another way to express someone's individuality, and to see it recycled again and again in a world like this...

She wonders how strong people's sense of self is in a place as oppressive as this.

If anything, Illumi's stance makes perfect sense with this in mind, and Trish can't begrudge him for it. She can't deny he's right, either. Her outfit won't last if it's all she wears the entire time she's here.

That said, she is surprised to hear him offer a suggestion of all things, and she blinks at him, folding her arms as she mulls this over, watching him for any sign he's perhaps joking. His expression meanwhile betrays nothing, and he's not laughing either, so he's definitely not messing with her by saying this.]

...That's not a bad idea, actually. I think I'll take you up on that.

[She knows a little about how to do so, but supplies will be the hard part. Not that any of this is easy, so that's fine.]

It would make more sense than trying to salvage a dwindling amount of clothes. Maybe I'll teach you how to make your own too.

[Yes, this is exactly what Illumi would want, clearly.]