"I don't... need all that much..." Mabel picks at the death threat note. She'd spent weeks at a time living out of her car, living on canned tuna, bottles of green tea, and chips. A steady paycheck, a place to stay, and free food went way beyond where she thought she could get, ever.

She shakes her head, trying to concentrate. "I'm running out of things to ask about, to be frank with you."