Not expecting to be approached, largely because she was starting to wonder if sooner than later, their whole group from home was just going to end up a bunch of pariahs because they couldn't stop bickering publicly with one another — and certainly she was no exception to the rule — Lydia startled a little at the sound of the voice, a tiny gasp escaping her as she looked up sharply. It took her a second to catch up with what he was actually saying, because she'd sort of lost herself in her own mind briefly, but understanding registered on her expression a few seconds later.
"Oh, Lydia," she introduced, removing her hand from her middle and offering it to shake. "Sorry. I kind of lost myself a little. Um, I just kind of...I could've used the machine for the rest, but I kind of wanted to force myself to have a bit of focus," she admitted, giving him a small smile. Cute guy. She couldn't help wondering whether he was gay, by reflex, because he was offering to help her with her sewing and then she immediately silently scolded herself for jumping to a stereotype like that. Little things like that were things she didn't realize about herself until they happened and she disappointed herself a little with said realization. Lydia, for all of her interest in remaining open-minded, was apparently no less susceptible to her old society's view of gender roles than anyone else. She made a mental note to rewrite those assumptions or, in this case, curiosities, as soon as possible in her mind.
"Also, I didn't want to hog the machine," she added, wrinkling her nose a little and looking down for a moment before looking back up at him. "I'm not really sure who has the sewing stuff right now...I grabbed these yesterday. I'm just trying to...I don't know, make this not look like I'm wrapping a sheet around myself, while also hiding my stomach," she said, the latter admission coming out quite a bit quieter than the rest. Her eyes averted from his and fell back onto the fabric, in fact, as she said them before shifting back up to meet his. "I don't remember you from the bonfire...are you new?" She'd made her rounds at the last bonfire, mostly just listening quietly and asking no questions before finally deciding to speak, and she hadn't made it to everyone, but she was fairly certain she'd seen everyone, at least in passing, who'd been in attendance. Sydney had posted about having another one tomorrow. Lydia would probably accidentally-on-purpose go to bed early tomorrow night.