Calamity sighed, her mood already dampened by the sight of all of the suffering people - times were clearly difficult, with whatever had happened down there. On an ideal world such as her own, there would be no rampant poverty and misery, no sorrows such as those men were experiencing. Still, she continued to walk past them, knowing that she had a job to do - that all of them had a job to do, and success could improve the conditions for everyone.