A voice pipes up behind him and he lifts his head just slightly. Moving feels exhausting. He's at the point where he'd rather just sleep the rest of the day away. But he has to at least try and move the rest of his product, and properly close down the hotdog stand--otherwise he really will be in trouble.

He glances back to see a kid he doesn't recognize watching the senator depart.

"Well, she'll be losing the street food salesmen demographic," he says dryly. "We're a very influential group."

There's maybe a hundred or so people left in this profession across the country.

"Ah yeah, I've heard of him. Yikes." He glances at the girl again. "You seem kinda young to be paying that much attention to senators."