She rolled her eyes
"I LIVE in the cellar, dumbasses. Now-let me ask you this: what's more important, that Aubrey gets her clothes, or that our rent gets payed. Because she sure as hell isn't the one paying the bills."
Elle but yes.
Elle hadn't been able to get her replacement foot. The girls ordering her around had meant she'd had to leave her booth, so Iko returned to an empty stall, leaving the cyborg part there before going home to help Elle with her chores. If there's one thing Iko hated, it was feeling useless. Because of that, Elle had been walking around on one foot all day, causing it to ache. Her stepsisters had been relentlessly mocking the wires poking out of her stump of a leg underneath her pants all day, and she wasn't sure how much more of it she could take before she screamed. She made a pitstop at her booth on the way to get the groceries, trying to ignore the disgusted stares of passerby. She didn't need anymore of a reminder that she was a freak.