"Alkie," Kiden laughs, looking down at the stack of papers again. She's knocked on Megan's door once or twice with no answer and she figured Megan was just out doing her own thing, no big deal. Kiden's not the type to superglue herself to somebody else just for entertainment.

"Looking for a job," Kiden mutters. All she has for the employment history section is that dishwashing gig she held for a few months before shit hit the fan again, but if they hired her, then somebody in Baedal will. "I need money if I want to keep the booze and cigs coming.