I nod a bit. All the jobs I've found have been with my hands - roofing and helping people move about, which seems an odd job in a city you can't leave, and that sort of thing. You don't need to know how to use anything but your hands and a bit of your head for things like that.

"Old-fashioned," I say, because Thisby was a bit old fashioned maybe, in comparison to the mainland, and my father and I had loved it. And, of course, everything's old-fashioned to Darrow, with it's clean steel lines. I hate this place more than anything maybe. Maybe more than the Malvern Yards.