You heard Amanda's heavy boots approaching, before the shorter woman sat down beside you.

"Whaddya doin'?" She asked, trying to be civil for once.

Amanda was like a cornered alley cat at all times. For her to sit next to you and engage in a non hostile conversation was a good sign. She hoped.

Your living arrangements with Amanda were less than welcome, but it was better than living in the packing factory with the woman.

Either way, she'd find a way to get on your nerves.