[He blinks and looks up from behind her, like she's just asked the most ridiculous question in the world.]
Why wouldn't a smuggler know how to sew? I don't exactly blend in a crowd without a lot of effort.
[He goes back to what he's doing until he gets to the bottom of the shirt, at which point he bites off the thread.
Satisfied, he appears on her right side and reaches for her arm in preparation to hem her sleeve.]
And if I didn't know how to fix my own clothes on the run, half my pay would go to new pants every time I caught a blaster bolt.
[To make his point, he stretches out his leg. Now that he's pointed it out, she can probably see the double stitched lines running along the bloodstripes going up his leg.]
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Why wouldn't a smuggler know how to sew? I don't exactly blend in a crowd without a lot of effort.
[He goes back to what he's doing until he gets to the bottom of the shirt, at which point he bites off the thread.
Satisfied, he appears on her right side and reaches for her arm in preparation to hem her sleeve.]
And if I didn't know how to fix my own clothes on the run, half my pay would go to new pants every time I caught a blaster bolt.
[To make his point, he stretches out his leg. Now that he's pointed it out, she can probably see the double stitched lines running along the bloodstripes going up his leg.]