Cassandra accepted the canteen, taking a healthy sip of water. She immediately felt better, if not a little bit embarrassed. "Well," she said, once she could find her voice again, "I've always wanted to try everything. This is just something else to cross off that list." In truth, it had never been on the list, but that probably had something to do with the fact that cigarettes didn't really exist in Troy.

She let her eyes dart around the market. "All I really need is some fabric. I can't spend the rest of my life in these clothes." She took another sip of water. "The man...or...well...thing at the employment office seems to think I can find a job in a tailor's shop." It wasn't exactly appealing, but it was better than living on the streets and starving. Or worse yet, having to move in with someone. A particular someone.

"What about you?" she asked, pushing that thought aside. "What sort of trade do you practice?"