[Who knew, people loved roadside entertainment. Or it was a water cooler, who knew. Caren offered Trucy a baffled look at her words, but she waited, before taking the cup, and a slow sip.

It was cold. She could feel it through her gloves. For a moment, she wasn't in the Parliment building and...

Her hands squeezed the metal, forcing herself into the present.]

Pardon? Oh, work. I have employment at Knit Wit, a clothier and alteration place. I also do commission work for animal ear hoodies and pizza- as well as some work outside of the city. Sometimes I do mercenary work as well.

Looking for work?