Cindy could be nicer, but why should she? Fog hunting isn't like selling shoes or flipping burgers. It requires a thick skin, a hard soul, and generally a fearlessness that one cannot buy online. Wichita doesn't seem to have it; she looks breakable, even if she survived the apocalypse. Maybe she just got lucky.

Cindy isn't feeling this whole holding her hand through whatever this is. It's not an interview. More like a skills assessment. If Wichita can't hack this, tough shit for her. Time to go apply at the corner coffeeshop.

"Start with what you know how to do. Cleaning, cooking, riding reverse cowgirl..." Cindy points at Wichita's shotgun with her cigarette. "...Shooting."