It was more than difficult to keep a steady work pace when the phone in Jefferson's back pocket kept going off. There had been no way to stop the constant flux of messages and voice posts from all of the new arrivals. Frankly, while it was too quiet for his comfort at the shop, sooner or later the vibrations had gotten annoying and he'd thrown the device into a pile of fabrics he needed to sort later.
Then realized that he needed to keep the phone on hand just in case something went wrong with Emma. She was his ticket out of here, after all.
When he did catch up on tasks and wanted to sit down for a moment to rest his fingers, the Hatter skimmed lightly through the network to comment where he could stand to. Thankfully, this phone was also hands free, so he could keep up his work and speak at the same time. Getting reprimanded by a not-quite-dead shop tailor wasn't on his list of wants.
It did however, due to keep a watchful eye and ear out for those who could be useful. This day saw him extending a favor to one such newcomer. A simple enough task, one Jefferson had no problem proceeding with to secure another ally. In such a place? You couldn't have too many. He continued his work in the back of the shop, waiting to hear the door at the front, or the bell.