"Electric company," he admitted with a shrug. "The outdoor stuff. Climbing poles and fixing ..." he made a gesture before he shrugged again. "Not a desk job or anything like that." He glanced to her before he looked back across the pond. "Still looking for a way out, but figure I have to have some way to support myself until I find it."
He nodded to her explanation. It made sense, and he could relate to being a freak -- even if no one (that he could recall) had exactly called him that. He thought it must get expensive, and he thought it was a shame she had to do it. But that was the way of the world, wasn't it?
He stubbed out the cigar on the bench since it was just burning anyway, and he tucked it back into his pocket before he gestured to the bag of bread. "Didn't mean to interrupt your plans," he said.