"Eh, it's dirty work. You can't do it in a frilly dress, I guess." Joan shrugs. The reasons for why she's not allowed to do things have never much mattered to her; they're all pointless restrictions designed to be fought against, not reasoned with. "I never went to school, so..."

She waits for familiar derision to leap out of this woman, so Joan can shift back into the comfortable place of fighting her down about it.