Sly nodded at her words. He understood entirely the idea of wanting to find out more about her father. He wondered for a brief moment though how far she was willing to go to figure things out. He know she mentioned working at the University, but that these soldiers were also there. She clearly didn't want to be back around them. He figured that anywhere they went looking for clues on her father would probably be crawling with these guys.<br/><br/>Right now they were on his shit list. They had chased him around enough today, both before and after he ran into Jinora. She hadn't caused him any extra trouble, she had however, given him someone to share the troubles with. He knew it was a matter of time before they came searching for him, it wasn't often one escaped, and he had done so successfully for years. Chicago had been kind to him in that regard, though other trouble always found him it was nothing like these guys.<br/><br/>"I get it, find more information. I am at your service my lady." He stated with a fake British accent while bowing his head low. "I will help you in any way I can, and maybe along the way we can find out what these shitbricks want with me." His mood soured up for just a moment when he spoke of the men trailing them, but then he grabbed her hand and walked toward the pizza place. "Come on, let's grab a slice or two, and put in some honest work." He said with a wink and a grin. In many ways putting in some work, like washing dishes, usually made Sly feel better, like it released any pent up anger he had at the world by doing such a humble and what some would call "low" job.<br/><br/>As they walked in Sly saw the red painted walls, old school booths and seats, and instantly he was reminded of an old diner. An odd concept for a pizza place, but nostaligia brought in customers, so he had no complaints. "Hi there..." his eyes read the nametag of the woman at the counter, "Sarah, can we speak to your manager please?" He asked nicely as the young brunette disappeared. A rather rotund man who looked like he had been eating one pizza for every one he made came rolling up to the front counter.<br/><br/>"Hi, there I Romano, what can I do's for yous?" He said with an Italian accent and a small smile.<br/><br/>Sly kept his calm, he liked the guy already. "I was wondering if we could get some food if my lady friend here and I help you out, washing dishes, cleaning toilets, whatever you need."<br/><br/>The man thought for a moment. He was intrigued by the idea and it showed on his face. "I like to help out, and someone willing to earn their food is welcome. Come on back, work first, food second, okays. We gots lots of pizza pans to cleans up, and more. I has a health inspector tomorrows and I needs to pass. You twos is gonna ensure thats, gots it?"<br/><br/>Sly nodded, he wasn't going to argue at all. He followed Romano to the back, hoping that Jinora would do the same.