"Like I say, should've put a wire in that spare leg of his. Recorded all his seditious conversations with Earp. But no one listens to my bright ideas."

He keeps a snarl off his face, but it lurks inside his chest, cohabiting with his lungs and his heart that keeps stubbornly beating at its elevated pace. It's an instinctive reaction to pity, to want to spit it back in Jolie's face, to insist that he can manage on his own and that the ship he's running isn't a slipshod skivvy that he's keeping held together with both hands. Instead he just looks dimly stunned for a moment.

On the other hand, it's a free outfit, the most humiliating part of the fall of his family is the fact that he can't necessarily turn those down. One of his Tributes has already commented on him wearing the same suit jacket three times in a week.

"I don't think Stig would notice, honestly." Jason leans in and stage-whispers. "He's actually blind to decent fashion. Just doesn't see it. His head trauma means that it doesn't stick in his brain."

And then, with the anger redirected at Stig and not at Jolie, he answers the actual request. "I'd appreciate that, if you have the spare materials."