Tayrey silently files away that information. Food shortages. She is resolute never to become a mouth for someone else to feed; she'll start stockpiling in earnest immediately.

'I'm glad that you value it so much,' she says softly. 'For me, this is only a means to an end. A form of indenture. I'll fight for this town so that I can someday get back to my own home, where I belong. Healthy.' She pauses, considering it. 'I take my duties by contract very seriously, and I also - well, I mean to enjoy living again, even if this wouldn't be my first choice of place.'

She tilts her head, looking at him carefully. 'What's different about the social norms?' Not that she'll do anything but stick to her Tradeline code regardless, but it's good to be informed.