[ His question is met with a pause, Chihiro's own hands coming together and interlacing over her stomach. Ah... she's not sure how well things really are doing. ]

Um... credits still work! Not all the stores work, or have people working in them, because of the robots...

[ She trails off; it's been difficult having acknowledged that she'd been walking over the line into thievery even when doing little more than attempting to help the people around her through her job with the pigs at the racetrack. Difficult times called for creative efforts. ]

I... I don't know if we're that organsied, I'm sorry. When people ask for help we're helping each other, or learning from each other, but we're not that...

[ She frowns, not able to find any words that will help out in this situation. At last, she falls back on simple enough terminology: ]

We don't have a boss we're listening to, so I don't know that we have a resource pool except what friends are doing with each other. I really don't know much of anything about that. I'm sorry.

[ She repeats, because she's sincerely apologetic. It's the kind of stuff she's not on top of because she's still ten and learning, and she hasn't seen a single unified front. Only lots of small, unified fronts, ones that come together then break apart again like foam on waves coming to shore. ]

I'm really sorry that I don't know.