No, that's alright— I've got too many to know what to do with, already.

[But here is the red paper, and he picks up a slip of it and produces a pen from somewhere in one of his many pockets. After a second he pulls out another pen, offering it to her. He's got plenty.]

I'll send well-wishes and a hope he gets to see his mother soon. [A little smile, clicking the pen and starting to write.] A red uniform, is that military?