( wanda makes quick work of it, ducking down under the arm of another coworker reaching for water, and finding the cart where they ought to put these boxes in. again, this is not necessarily an urgent task (or perhaps a task at all), but something compels her to keep up this charade for the blind guy.

she's not trying to be nice or anything.

whatever.

wheeling the cart back, she finds that he's found a place to sit. he's just a guy, huh?

she leans into the cart's handle, pursing her lips, pushing them to one side before she decides to ask. ) I'm not saying you can't do this kind of job. ( though maybe she's implying it, a little, by going out of her way here? she puts her foot onto one of the cart's wheels, spins it a little. ) I just don't think this place is equipped for your needs.

( blame the place! )

What kind of job did you have? Before arriving here.