Sommer slowly worked her way out of one of the corners on the second floor, busy with her task of scrubbing clean the floor. On her hands and knees she worked a large scrubbing brush back and forth making sure to clean up any dirt and grime she could, it was best to give no excuses for anyone to criticize her work. She found out quickly that while some of the upper classes could be genuinely kind, far too many of them were quite the opposite.<br/><br/>Occasionally she looked up from her work, she glanced at the security guards briefly as she scrubbed her way towards them, stopping briefly to reach back and drag her bucket with her. The guards used to give her trouble when she would come to the second floor, now, most had seen her working so they hardly ever harassed her for her pass, unless they were in the mood for sport.<br/><br/>She stopped about a foot away from the two security officers and raised up to her knees, leaving her brush on the floor. "Excuse me officers, may I clean where you stand?" She asked, looking up at the pair.