[She does, holding out a hand to the pokemon indicating that he should wait.]

Stop. If you want to add holes for your wings, allow me. No offense to your friend, but I believe I can be a bit more precise, and...probably a bit more gentle.

[Holding out a hand, she waits expectantly for him to hand over the shirt. No point in destroying perfectly good fabric!]

Give it to me, and I'll fix it up.