"The work? I don't mind the work. It's..." She sighs, shoves a piece of cake into her mouth. With furrowed eyebrows she says, "I feel like I'm an underling. A wage slave, a nobody."

She points her fork at Katsuya and says, "If you ask me, the most valuable thing to trade someone is a sense of importance. There's always a market for the tools for survival, but there's always a market for feeling good about yourself, too. People who already have what they need to survive are willing to spend much more on fruitless things than they are on building supplies and clothing, I think."

With a scoff-like laugh she shrugs one shoulder. "But what do I know? I'm not the interdimensional trader. I'm only the intern."