"Breekan, trust me, you don't want to be one of the people. No matter how convincing Dr. Bon Jovi is." She hurriedly starts putting magazines back in order on the rack, then turns to Cutter. "There's enough money in that account for six months' rent at five-hundred dollars a month, which is pretty average for this town. You should find a few listings in there, some are furnished, which will make things easier. There's also enough for a modest food budget. Food prices are higher in Wyoming, but you'll manage, if you're careful.
"Once you get a phone number, which a landlord can help you with, it's critical that you call me at this number. Right now it's not connected, so don't try." She turns and pulls out a pen, tearing a small piece of newspaper discreetly, and writes a phone number down at the plastic Keno table. "Here. Give it a few days, but it should work by this Friday. You'll need information on who you are, what it should say on your resume, things like that. But first you need to get settled in. And don't worry, you'll never be far from friends, even if you don't know they're there."
She nods at Mar. "It's large enough that we've survived this long," she says, exasperated. "And I actually don't know anyone in Australia. Now don't broadcast it, will ya?"
Myitt turns back to Cutter, lowering her voice to a tense whisper. "And whatever you do, don't ever, ever join this group called The Sharing. It's a front organization for the bad guys. Don't trust anyone who says they're a full member in it."
