[He takes the dressier pair of pants first from her and gives it a look over. He's making sure that they were adequate enough for him to wear, and to make sure he liked them- he couldn't be seen in public looking like a dweeb. The second pair gets a look over too, and in approval he drapes both pairs over his arm.

He doesn't get how she just knows. How does one just know what to wear like that? Earth fashion is stupid. He can't even wear what's in season because he's got to make sure it's for older men. So dumb.]

These will do. I'll have this store fix them for me, but the rest I'm leaving up to you. I'd like my training clothes finished first, if you don't mind.