[ kaveh looks. the gloves are beautiful, is the thing. they look like either suede or very fine velvet, the kind of gloves you'd wear to go riding or for a proper visitation. nothing that you ought to use to hold a messy chain-link fence that kaveh just unearthed out of the ground and still has lumps of said ground stuck to it. and who knows what it's been treated with that could tear into or stain the gloves at hand.

kaveh pauses halfway through the motion of picking up the fence. he gestures for altria to put it down again. ]

Wait, before that - [ kaveh pulls off his gloves. he holds them out to altria. ] Please, put these on instead, Altria. The fence is rough on the hands and clothing, I'd feel terrible if we tore your gloves, and there's no way of getting gloves like those in this world.