Ahhh fuck. Arthur reminds her of some of the people who occasionally showed up at the squats. The ones who had gotten sick, or had an accident, or who had lost something back in their real lives that put them on the street. Clinging to pride and dignity still without realizing in the eyes of the world they didn't have either any more.

"Hey, we're in this together, right? How do you want to work this? Just like, start from here and do the rounds, or would it be better to start from the front or back doors?"