"The Damemon are usually more than willing to let people use the cafeteria kitchen. I'd be delighted to be cooked for," she remarked, propping her chin in her hand, elbow on the table while running the fingers of her free hand around the mouth of her teacup idly.

"I do whatever needs doing. Sometimes its missions out into the wilderness or the landmarks, sometimes its fighting. This past week its been just manual labor. I might be a chick, but I'm built sturdy and I like the work. I've never been very good at idling. There are jobs though, usually. For a couple months I was teaching at the school, before everything went to shit."