As wee as things are, Sweeney has no complaints. He's not a big tea drinker, but he certainly doesn't mind it for the sake of being social. The question earns a shrug of his head.

"I do a'right." He slowly exhales while he plucks up a biscuit.

"Shit I need is too 'xpensive ta ask fer." Sweeney sucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I ain't got that kinda capital. Just lookin' ta earn it." His head tips, weighing another point.

"Course, I've been with temps fer nearly two years. So yer likely ta run inta folk with more pressin' needs as shit goes on."