"A... fund for bound people? There is such a thing?" It sounds so archaic but it also sounds like such a relief. Setting down her tea, she speaks in a whisper. "I met... Hercules. He insisted that he pay for my room. I have never been in a situation before where I had to depend on a stranger for help."

The very notion offends her sensibility, but here, she is glad for it.

"I could not work at a bar, but I do know gardens and gardening. That could be something except..." A moment of sadness washes over her. "I do not wish to do something that sounds so... permanent. It makes it seem as if I have given up on going home. I would not do that trapped on our island after the plane crash, and I do not want to do it now."