[Mac's always in awe of people who've got the talent he lack to make incredible things with their hands. And while watching with equal measures curiosity and admiration, an idea dawns on him.]

Hey sir, uh... think you could make some boxin' gloves? I'd like a pair jus' in case somethin' happens to the only one I got. [He reaches off-screen and pulls his green gloves off a dresser, holding them out for Zev to get a better look. He cares for them well.] I use 'em every day so any gloves I'm wearin' are gonna take a real beatin', y'know?