The way he stitched was almost automatic, like he'd done this sort of work no less than a hundred times before.

"Nah... but as a hobby, I guess that fits. My family runs a textile shop." Just like that, his gaze lifted from his work again and with a little twist of the needle he'd severed the thread. After one last glance down to tuck the remainder under the button for safekeeping, he started stowing everything back where it belonged.

"I don't blame 'em for not havin' much variety; we kinda just dropped in, yeah?"