"Not much farther," she said quietly. She appreciated the subject change, and she offered him a little smile as they walked along. "You'll only have a month to get things together," she explained. "Get a job, get your own place, things like that. They're helpful though, lining up work for people who ... well, people like us. Displaced, with no real marketable skills in this time and place." She'd gotten lucky, she knew. She'd caught Don's attention -- for whatever reason -- and that was how she'd wound up at Sterling-Cooper. The work was simple enough and she was more or less holding her own there. Well, when she was there, and she reasoned she likely should have tried to go in today, but ... well, here she was instead.
"It's nice enough, plenty of people there to make friends with and they have a cafeteria for meals, so you at least won't have to spend any money on food. If you have ... ah. If you have any Muggle money, they can convert it at the bank, and there are places around to sell the wizarding money," Lily continued. It was better to talk about things here, the future, instead of wondering about the status of her world.