Kaylee snorted softly, with a hollow sort of half-laugh. “Nope- least they don't want me doin' any such work.” She sighed a little, shoulders shrugging lightly. “No, they kinda got this system- they just give you whatever work needs fillin' who knows what they'll line you up with. Maybe one of them big top acts, or with th'horses, or sellin' the food n'games. Don't gotta have a clue how t'do what they put y'to, just get told t'do it as if y'did.” It made no sense was what, they didn't so much always seem to work on your skills, let you do what you were best at. That would've made more sense than this place seemed to like to give. She kicked a little at the earth below her feet again, idly so. “Not that there's a whole heap that runs familiar t'me in-” She had to remember, thinking on it briefly. '1930- ..somethin' 'round then anyways. Keep forgettin' exactly th'year.” Had she already mentioned that? That was the kicker too. Maybe she should let that sink in a little, so she offered him a silently sort of sympathetic look, and still in the interests of keeping him moving she again offered out her hand to take, at least the one not holding the wire strippers once he did she would move toward the tents, she'd help him out. “You're gonna ruin all your lily-white you stand out here without a shirt all day. C'mon.” She teased softly with smile that was more encouragement than anything else.