A few months.

[She plucks a ripe strawberry from the crate, carefully folding back the leaves around the stem.]

I did some gardening in Zelien too, although that was in a decidedly unofficial and unsanctioned way.

[But the alternative had been starving to death, so Fatima had had precious few fucks to give.

She nips the top of the strawberry, satisfied by the flavor.]

What do they have you doing here?