Mason's eyes swept his laundromat, checking if they had enough privacy for their conversation. It seemed they did. "Good to meet you, Samuel Weiss. Mind if I call you Sam? Anyways, I met Mason Grey, one of those immortal fellows with the flying bits of metal that resurrect them. A Guardian, I think. Did a small job and got a decent sum of that programmable matter of theirs... other than that, you're the better half of today's company." The service drones laid out the suit on an immaculate grey table, with a cylindrical machine apparatus descending from the ceiling. Multiple arms extended from it and began mulling over the apparel below it, scanning it with holographic waves of light and creating a 3-D overlay of the original suit over it. "As for the clothes, I can do you some justice. I'm no tailor, but let's just say I have some tricks I learned from my day. The stuff I'm decking your suit out with? Had to cut it myself with industrial water jets."