Taking in all that she's saying, in some ways it doesn't make a lot of sense to Credence. Was it something like a charity here? Free food and a place to stay. But was there a catch? There always seemed to be a catch. Somebody always wanted something in return.

He looked down, shoulders hunching again.

"What do I have to do?"

Even without currency he assumed he'd have to do something for food and everything else. Nothing was truly free.