[ Erik doesn't drink much anymore either, and he has no intention of overindulging, especially in this place. Still, a small glass he can handle, and he pours them both a small amount, setting the bottle aside again and handing one of the glasses to Scott. ]

I'm not particularly surprised. Even when it is a taxing and often dangerous job. It's not usually considered skilled work.

[ Which Erik thinks is complete bullshit, but it is what it is. Hard, heavy work, but menial. ]

But it's work that I can do. There aren't many other options where I live, it's mostly just factories out there.