He had promised to check out the supplies and see about helping with the sewing. Believe it or not, it was one of those skills he had developed quite thoroughly. He'd be able to use as much of the fabric as possible and make some patterns, ones that would hopefully work for the majority of the people. He knew all of this, because he had a little sister. One he had to provide for and he didn't always have the money or the club to support them. That all came later. So what started out as pure necessity had driven him to learn so that even if she had to have handmade clothes, she wouldn't be a laughingstock because of it.
As he hadn't met everyone yet, he wasn't sure who he would find or how they would work together but he was willing to give it a shot. On his way to the campsite, he saw a rather attractive young woman with flaming red hair, sitting with fabric and looking rather unhappy. As he turned to approach he heard her whispering to herself and got close enough to realize, she was probably pregnant.
"I hate to interrupt, but I'm looking for the sewing so I can help set up. I see you are already in progress of a design, but we have a machine now. Any way I can help? With the sewing or perhaps with the stress?" He smiled.
Walking around he knelt in front of her and offered a hand. "Mikhel."