He will find no sewing machine anywhere in the room--not even amongst the clusters of questionably-assorted tools that dot Dirk's workspace(s). There, he'll find a soldering iron, wrenches, pliers, a pincushion, screwdrivers, and a couple stray spools of brightly coloured thread.

In other words: he does it all by hand.

Dirk no idea what to make of Emet's expression at this point, and a crease forms between his brows.

"Enchanted as in autonomous with a script, or enchanted as in direct control? Or as in both, I guess that's an option. Magic just kind of does whatever, at least where I'm from."