Scarlett's expression changed to one of surprise. He had actively tried to keep her safe, she wasn't expecting that.<br/><br/>"Why would you do that for me?" She blurted out. It wasn't necessarily rude, more of a question of shock. She had grown accustomed to taking care of herself, it had always been that way. She'd never really had many friends and her dad had never given her much attention. Not that she complained, she was fine with being self-reliant - it meant she never owed anyone anything. Now, that had all changed.<br/><br/>The brunette rolled her eyes at his comment about her job, shrugging as she fiddled with the one of the napkins. She began to fold it back into a fan shape, it was out of habit more then anything else. "Yeah, well. I've been here since I moved out and it's the only job that pays me enough to afford rent, bills and food." She explained. She was unsure why she was telling him this, perhaps because he gave her insight into his life. Perhaps she just felt she needed to be kind after she learned of him helping her. This had been a very long and strange shift.<br/><br/>She watched him as he offered for her to take a seat, looking over her shoulder at the doorway as if to check the owner wasn't watching them. Not that he would have been stood silently in the doorway, anyway. She chewed at her bottom lip, uncertain of what to do. On the one hand, he<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>told her to treat Lorenzo as a special guest and that would mean doing whatever he requested. Plus, her feet were killing, she'd been stood up for most of the day - apart from her 10 minute break. On the other hand, it wouldn't look good if she was sat talking to a customer, especially one that had destroyed restaurant property... and killed a man. Right, the dead guy.<br/><br/>"I really shouldn't." She commented, trying to be polite. "Plus, you wanted me to get the owner, right? I should probably go and do that." She added, picking up the small pile of broken plate pieces.