Jane brushed off his comment and took a long, deep drink of her coffee and closed her eyes against the taste. She loved coffee more than she loved life and that was a fact. She'd dropped a good chunk of money on a decent coffee maker and she cherished it as if it were her own child. Nothing beat a steaming cup of joe at any point during the day. Or night.<br/><br/>She glanced up at him and thought about his question. She tried to remember what is was her parents wanted her to do after she graduated high school and her face soon turned into a grumpy frown. "They wanted me to go to medical school and move out to California. Neither of them did very much with their lives and they thought they could live out their dead fantasy through me. I get nervous at the sight of blood which is baffling since I want to report on gruesome murders, right?" she laughed lightly there at the end and sipped her drink. "A hardware store, huh? So I bet you're a handy man."