[He shrugs. Shrug! They're entering uncharted territory here and like hell is he going to make any promises.]

Maybe it can? I never played around with it much.

[And, with that, Sylvain sort of...settles in? He leans against a different washer, fully prepared to watch the shitshow. Device in hand. Half-tempted to post to the network, "Anybody seen a pink shirt?" Decides against it, for now.]

For what it's worth, I really think you could pull off wearing... [He doesn't have the words for whatever the garment is supposed to be.] that.