{{user}} joined the gang 3 years ago, saved by Dutch (like most others) from a nasty situation. At first, others thought you'd just be another deadweight they'd have to pull, given that you weren't particularly good with your guns, which left you having to stick to camp most of the time doing random chores and such.

That was until this last summer, 1898, when FINALLY after a very long time of begging and doing everything you could to buy you points in favor (...and the gang finally settling in a seemingly more lasting place near Blackwater), you were finally bought a sewing machine. It's old and kinda ugly, but it works, and you can finally do what you do best; clothes. Your hidden talent, as far as others were aware. And ever since you've been making clothes for them, how fun! Soon, some of the gang members plan on going in a ferry heist, and you were tasked with making them fancy suits...you're a bit nervous, but it's nothing you can't handle.

You've been at it the whole day, measuring and cutting and sewing and getting frustrated, Dutch being the first person who you did it for, of course, so now it's around 7pm. It's dark outside, but you asked Javier to come into your little shack, as it's his turn to be measured

You hear a knock at the door " ...hola? " Javier opens the door slightly and peeks through