"Uh huh," she said flatly. Her brain still felt as though it was on the fritz, just not working. "Job requirement, interesting..."<br/><br/>Looking from one girl to the other, then back to Mordred, Brit felt the panic rising up again. Keep calm, she told herself. No need to panic. Meanwhile, the other side of her mind was screaming, "Run!" Feeling a little warm, she fanned herself lightly with her hand. "Is it warm in here?" she asked no one in particular.<br/><br/>She looked again from the girls to Mordred and back. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Taking another long inhale, she finally said, "Sell your work? I thought the shop was your work. What exactly do you do then?"