Will couldn't keep his smile from widening into a proper smirk. The forceful, almost presumptuous way Rose seemed to tackle life was something that he couldn't help but admire. A woman who knew what she wanted and made it happen was hard to come by. Still, the web of responsibility she had managed to tangle him up in would definitely cut into the freedom he had come all this way searching for. He leaned back against the desk, watching as she circled round and slipped outside, then cast a backward glance at the map hanging on the wall. The place wasn't really SO big...he could probably manage it...and could really use some extra cash besides...<br/>He plucked the 'Help Wanted' sign from the window on his way out.<br/><br/>"So, you like camping?" He offered by way of light conversation as the two of them stepped into the sunlight and dust-scented air. "My mom used to take us out a lot when we were kids, so I've definitely got a taste for it. Mind that was Michigan, so the black flies were a lot worse." He would have made a bad joke about them being large enough to carry off small children, but then the land rover came into view, and he had to make a concious effort to not wrinkle his nose in distaste. Huge, gas guzzling machines were not among his favourite modes of transport, but he knew better than to say anything. Weather he liked it or not, they were a necessary evil.