That was still nice and Chryssie studied him as he ate. She was neat. He was a lot neater though. Almost like he didn't any to go to waste. At least that was her theory on him. He was a gentleman. He was a killer. Those two thing often didn't overlap in her experience.<br/><br/>Though his next statement surprised her. He wanted a job? Didn't he already have one? Or...Maybe that used to be his job, but he didn't want it anymore. There was so much to wrap her head around. But finding him a job. That may be easier said than done though. It would all depend on his skill set and if he wanted one in the city or out in the country or what.<br/><br/>Looking up into his eyes, she saw in them something like a puppy who was abandoned. Her heart reached out to him and she decided to try her best at least. "I'm not from the area, so I could not help you find a job here, but I can certainly try." She gave him a bright smile, before going back to finish her omelette.<br/><br/>A soft scuttling noise could be heard as she pushed the container back towards the carry out bag. Standing up, she moved over to grab her laptop and boot it up. "We should probably start a list of what you want to do and you skill set..." She looked up at him for a moment before double clicking on the document icon. "We probably shouldn't mention that you can kill people...Or not people I guess."