She's a good listener, and there are words that Mr Gracchus is saying, and how he is saying it. An elder brother, whose work needed to be continued. That regret in Mr Gracchus' face.

She wonders what happened to his brother. She wonders and she opens her mouth to... she's not sure. Ask, maybe, offer sympathy. Instead, she finds herself saying something quite different.

"No one wanted to help people like us in Victoria," Kate says quietly. "We had to help each other. We... My family wanted to be farmers, but all the good land was taken. We had to rent bad land, work it, or they'd take it away and give it to the squatters. They're the ones with all the good land, the money, the connections." Her voice is dark and bitter, the words spilling out like a wound's been pressed.

Then she blinks, quickly, her hazel eyes too bright. Drawing in a sharp breath, she shakes her head slightly.

"Well. I guess we're both motivated to make sure no one here goes hungry, eh?"