"A job here isn't the same as a job long-term," she said, carefully. "I mean, I sell guns, for Cable. That's not what I'm going to do with my life. Especially since I never sell them. It's just something to do, it's not your life's calling, it doesn't mean you're ..."

She was the one watching the clouds, now. Intently. "You feel like you're rotting?"