Esme stared at Frank for a moment. She was irritated with his tone of voice. In fact, she was irritated he was even there at all. And who was he to question how she made her living? What business of it was his? She was just about to state just that when she bit her tongue and changed her demeanor.  She finished her drink and set the glass back down on the table.<br/><br/>"It doesn't matter how or why Frank. I make good money and it'll help pay for college" she stated matter of factly. It was all the explanation she was willing to give at that point.<br/><br/>She motioned for the bartender to fill her drink again, then she returned her attention to Frank. "So what does this protective detail entail?" she asked, curious as to how this was going to play out for them both.