Billie had taken to skulking about High Street and the surrounding areas during the daylight hours to try and scrounge up any sort of work she could find. The fog, although inconvenient and worrying, had brought about more job possibilities than ever before. The toads and locusts had allowed her to demonstrate her rat catching talents, and there were quite a few less adventurous sorts who had taken to using her as a messenger or to run errands to avoid venturing outside. In a way, she was thankful for the fog, but she wouldn't ever share that opinion with anyone.

The Florist Potts was a stop on her usual rounds, and it was there that she loitered, quietly re-rolling the bottoms of her much too large trousers. When Daffodil called out, she quickly clambered back to her feet and inclined her head in greeting. "Oh, hello, Miss Potts," she replied, flashing a friendly smile, actually remembering her manners for once. Then again, she called all of the Potts females 'Miss Potts' just to be safe.

"'M good. How are ya?" She asked before bobbing her head once, sending the hair that didn't sit crammed under her cap straight into her eyes. "Yeah, real busy. Sure a lot to do with all....this." Billie gestured at the fog with a scrunch of her nose. The ragamuffin then quickly added with a crooked, semi-toothless grin. "But I ain't so busy that I can't help ya here!"

With that, Billie stood up as straight as she could, nearly wobbling on her tiptoes. For some reason, she thought making herself taller would convince people that she was useful, even if it only added maybe an inch or two of height.