Janice's expression also grows cold at the impoverishness around her.  Her own home may not have been rich, or even perticularly well off, but at least it wasn't destitute and it was quite lush considering it had been a farming world.  She clenched her fists, her knuckles whitening.  If there was any chance that their work was going to help these people she was going to do it, with the God-Emperor's blessing.