"But I know now."

It does her no good at all. She cannot even share the good fortune that is this place -- if it is good fortune -- with her husband. Looking down into her tea, she sighs.

"I am sorry. I have taken up too much of your time, but... can you tell me about this fund. For people who cannot leave: what is the way to apply for it?" It would be business, she thinks, and there would be accountability for it. And knowing soon would be good because she is very, very hungry.