The sandwich didn't have the quality she was used to, but it did have something else. Key's want to prepare her something, to help her, was more genuine then nearly any she'd come across before. So Priscilla took the sandwich with a smile and a thanks, and took a bite even tough she knew it wouldn't at all taste near as good as things like this had all her life, but it didn't matter so much in face to the fact that she might have found a new home, and a real friend ... If only they could get along.

"What do you do? For work, I mean. You do work, right?" She didn't work per say, but she supposed her charity work could be called that. If she wanted to earn money at the moment ... she couldn't do anything, not really.