To be fair, it's not actually white. It's become some shade of Wasteland beige, littered with snags and holes, dust, and various swear stains. His pants too, once probably blue jeans but so faded from the sun they're almost the same color, cuffed around his ankles, right around where his high top shoes start.

"Aw, c'mon... this is my Sunday best," he quips back, already moving across the room to grab a roll of duct tape that he spots floating in the air. Beggars can't be choosers...