Slightly depressed (obviously she hasn't taken to heart Midea's philosophy books, partly due to her illiteracy), Kai doles out the slop, a collection of partially digested and extremely disgusting meats and vittles from her table in the Market Square.
She stands behind a sheet metal table, picking the nasty bits of bone and organ out of trog meat, and mixing it with water from the local rivers.
"I am working. You must be new here. I serve the slop to the other slaves. You want food, let me know. The good news is that this crap is nearly unlimited. But it's mostly radiated water and Trog meat, anyway. You want some or not?"