"The system here is a little screwed. I hear it's better if you've got money, which..." He gestures, indicating both of them but meaning their cohort in general. "Obviously none of us do." And people who need that kind of tutoring definitely won't. Upward mobility in Baedal is about as much a myth as the American dream.

His eye contact leaves a lot to be desired; he tends to look in someone's general direction but not quite meet their gaze, usually focusing on the nose or mouth instead. He huffs out a laugh. "Clean toilets, mostly." That's a nice answer that doesn't use any alarming phrases like court-ordered community service or frankly bizarre ones like model. His life is really weird right now. "I sort of drift."