Of course she knew Cornfoot. The whole world likely knew him. "Whingers," Eli laughed. "Yes, that's his name for them. And he's right. Sometimes I think that's all they want to do, whinge about the world without ever trying to do anything about it. But Cornfoot generally works the late shift, and I do believe some people are slightly more irritable at that time of night." He pushed his hand through his hair, thinking he might need a haircut. "What do you do?"