Kijani looked puzzled. "Toss them around with what? I... is there some... some thing I'm supposed to use? A spatula or something?" She watched the meat hiss in the oil, not knowing what she should do. 

"I eat cooked onions. Raw onions burn my mouth." Plus, eating onion was like a cardinal sin for a young, single woman. You couldn't meet a man with reeking onion breath, could you? Then again, how could she think of meeting a man? She had no job, no friends, no... family. 

A sharp hiss made her head jerk up. Another one of her tears dropped into the oily pan and hissed into steam. "I'm such a fool." She tried to breathe, tried to keep the emotion from her face. So she was alone. So what? Plenty of people in the world were alone, she needed to get over it and fast.

"Tell me about the-- the job in the bar." She needed to think. Poking at the meat again, she tried to keep her mind from the weakness.