A flash of a furrowed brow at that, her physically pushing the little creature. What a fucking cow. So this is how the other half lives. She mused, a potent mixture of amusement and anger stirring inside her. Meaghan hadn't been raised destitute by any means--Catriona had always had money, but she had been raised to respect other beings, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem. Clearly that wasn't a lesson in stick-your-pinky-out-at-tea school.
"I don't rightly know what there is to tell." She started, her brogue lilting softly through the syllables. "It's a lot of hard work, early mornings, late nights, aching muscles. Not terribly dainty work."