I have survival skills. And an enormous tolerance for shit. I-

[She looked down at him cleaning her hand, feeling the alcohol making her warm, making her tongue a little looser.]

I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do here. I'm only fighting in the arenas because there's nothing else that works. I'm not going to fit in cleaning up after animals or serving assholes that I'll wind up throwing out a window. I was a PI back home because I was good at finding shit out and I worked by myself. I can't handle a 'real' job. This is... I don't know what to do.