"You're in charge of clothes?" Well, Rhys makes a note to be nicer to her because clothes are one of his vices. He likes a well fitted pair of trousers and a nice vest. He wants to look good even if he's stuck mopping floors like a common...janitor.

Which he is. Rhys internally sighs. It's nice not to have killer robots trying to kill him but he really hates starting at the very bottom of the damn ladder. He doesn't even know how he's going to get himself to the top at this point.

He needs to learn more about this place and make friends in the right areas.

"Do you take requests?" Rhys asks hopefully. The clothes he'd come aboard with weren't bad but he doesn't want to wear the same thing over and over again. How boring would that be? How dull and unfashionable.