"Probably right." Armor was armor, and these people needed what they could get when it came to protection. Piccolo didn't really like Saiyan armor--the look of it was repulsive and, hey, it brought memories of certain assholes trying to kill people important to him so he couldn't help it if it wasn't his favorite outfit to see--but it had its uses. It's not like he was a fashionista that actually cared what people wore.

"...it wouldn't be the first thing that someone asked me to make for the good of everyone on board the train." Again, no big deal. It's not like making a hundred bottles and food containers had worn him out of anything, that'd be ridiculous. So was the making of them and the assembly line that had formed that day. Thanks for that sweet memory Tidus. "That sounds like any Gohan." Because of course it did. "Yeah. I don't even want to bring up the Dragon Balls around here. I doubt the train can get one of those and if it can--I don't want to know." Scary thought. Tempting, but scary. No one else needed to know about them and try to get them either, honestly. "Anyway, I'll try to get some senzu beans when we get back on the train. I'm sure I can manage..."

Or...someone could help him with that. Maybe more than one someones. He would at least want to talk to Tidus first to see if he knew the best way to order things from the shop since he'd done it so often.