He chuckled back. “Unemployment will do that.” He said watching her circle her own glass. She was not what he was expecting, at all. In the way she moved, the way she talked. Apart from her blatant disregard for personal space and question asking he quite see what that business man was on about. Perhaps if he listened more he might hear it but for now he was a little unsure but he’d taken the job and he would follow through with it.<br/><br/>Miller house, sounded about what he’d been told. “That’s the one.” He said nodding. “I know but once all that is done I don’t think it will be too bad.” Shrugging he mentally sighed at her barrage of questions. She did ask a lot of questions. “Military. Moved around a lot as a kid with my dad. Mom couldn’t take it and left. When I grew up I joined myself.”<br/><br/>Pushing his glass away some he added; “As far as where I’ve been; all over. Germany, England, Ireland, Japan, Italy, Australia, Africa. Some of it was with my dad some of it was on my own.” His eyes went to her curious about how intrigued she was in all of this. Most of what he was saying was complete crap, other parts were truth but he was doing what he could to convince her she was safe. “I got out because of an injury to my back. Hard labor is out but I can work an office, tend a bar, do whatever I have to. They offered to find me a job but all the places they mentioned didn’t pique my interest.”<br/><br/>He was going to say something else when the mug spilled its dark riches on her. He was beside her another towel in his hands starting to help her clean it up. It wasn’t really something he thought about just a knee jerk reaction. A spill happened and she looked like she needed help. His eyes caught a glimpse of her tattoo, studying that to momentarily before doing what he had started. He had no idea what it meant or the purpose of it but he would be interested to find out. He’d remained above to clean up the mess up there and make sure none dripped on her.<br/><br/>Finishing up his end of it pretty quickly he internally winced when she whacked herself against the counter. Some part of him said he could do it now, finish it quickly but then his mind flicked once more to Scotch and it gave him pause. His other reason, he’d grown intrigued. This was dangerous and he’d have to be careful. He couldn’t get too attached to her, to close or he would mess up.