She swore under her breath while listening to this man constantly remind her of what a poor job she was doing. "I'm doing just fine! They pay me don't they?" It was so frustrating that people had the nerve to talk to people like that. It was true that she was struggling but what else could she do? Work in a sweat shop? They were full to bursting with people and they would get rid of you as soon as they worked you till your last breath. He asked her about a meal and she shot him another furious glare. "Why would I tell you?" Amelia snapped lifted her bucket of water a little higher to avoid some crates. There were a couple of moments where she was sure she was going to fall and splash water everywhere, but thankfully that didn't happen. Once she got closer to the tunnels she looked at him almost sadly. At this rate, she was going to lose her job because of this guy. She new that once her boss saw someone helping her it would be the end. 

Maybe a sweat shop wouldn't be that bad. Stay in a huge group of people and hope that you aren't the next one to get picked off. The closer she got to her destination the more she felt the horrible sense of dread. Now she really wished she had ignored the guy when he asked her where she was going. If she had just kept walking. She would have at least a tiny chance at keeping her job and the smallest thread of dignity that said that she was able to at least earn her own food.