He grins. “Resident stitch bitch. Good to know.”

His eyes practically glow at the mention of updating his wardrobe. Not that he can do much about it yet. He leans forward, grateful to have connected with such a useful acquaintance so quickly in his time on the ‘uncertain island’.

“I will do my best to make sure I stay on your good side, Ms. Whitlock. These cream and tan tones are not my color. Among…other objections.”