Adelaide nods, and it's interesting to realize that she never actually thought about where the patches all came from in the first place. They're quite obviously personalized, but look so professional, and it really highlights to Adelaide the fact that she hasn't really had to adjust to this new world where do-it-yourself will one day be the only real option. There's no more mailorder, no more unknown stranger in some other country who makes what you want and sends it to you and you're never the wiser.
She hadn't especially intended to take up any job in the camp, preferring to take and run with her insta-status as Rodeo's sister, but a lesson in a dying art seems like a commitment she can make.
"Yeah, alright," she says. "I've got no objection to learning to make clothes, this world's supply will probably last my lifetime, but maybe not his. The more people who know these things, the better. And as for the patches - maybe I'll start up a black market sarcastic patch trade," she grins. Irreverent is just the way she's wired, there's no helping that.