Dox was just minding her own business when a man approached her and began speaking. He started off with what seemed like a cheesy pick up line, so Dox had every intention of ignoring him, but the way he spoke seemed to lure the girl into listening. Something about him made Dox slightly afraid though, but she wasn't sure why: it wasn't a "scared for your life" kind of fear, but more a "how do I go about speaking with this individual" kind of fear. Dox sat slightly leaning away from the man, as if to out a bit of space between the two. "Yeah...I'm here about a job." Dox bit her bottom lip gently and looked at the way the grain moved on the wood bar. "But, I don't think this is my kind of scene..." The girl's face turned a bright pink as the blood under her skin rushed to her cheeks, a blush appearing as the man gave her compliment after compliment. "I'm Dox." The girl spoke while holding her hand out for a handshake.