Talk to Kistel

"What's wrong?" you venture.

Kistel snorts in irritation. "Nothing's wrong!"

"You just seem upset."

"Of course I'm upset! Did you hear Krik mouthing off to me this morning. You wouldn't understand; you're just a dreg, you don't have any shame or dignity. But if Krik thinks we're having a repeat of last year, then they could just push me around like... well. I took that chunk out of Krik's ear, did you know that? They tried to fuck me one too many times without due diligence and I fought back. But they haven't forgotten, oh no. It's so much better with you around, Dreg. Come here; I reckon I'm almost ready to go again."

Kistel fucks you long and hard, so by lunchtime you can't walk straight and the crew have to use your mouth in the lunchroom instead. After lunch, Kistel gives you an actual job; go through a crate full of coloured boxes of some kind of powder, sort the boxes by colour, and put the different colours in smaller crates. Hey, at least it's better than getting fucked.