"Well, wouldn't you think," Rinoa shot back, although her tone was more rueful than upset, "that if I couldn't afford food, I could hardly afford someplace to live as well?" She sighed, wishing once again she'd been a better liar. But no, she always had to wear her heart on her sleeve, idiot girl. "It's fairly difficult to get a job when you have no identification, I've found, although there has to be someone who will hire strangers. I've been looking every day."