Montresor smirked and leaned forward on the table, scooping his glass of water up and taking a long sip before he spoke again. "Well, that's an idea, isn't it? I could always take you to a basketball game or something, as long as you don't mind being tightly packed in between a bunch of really loud and rowdy people," he offered, already pretty much offering another date while the first one was barely started. Not that the stands at a football or basketball stadium provided for a very romantic environment, or any reasonable environment for a woman so refined. Maybe she was a little more willing to let loose than she let on, though...<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Moon nodded at the question, but then reached up and scratched the back of his head. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it 'part-time.' I usually work around fifty-five or sixty hours a week to pay for all my mech repairs and everything, but I can start cutting back to an even forty now that that other pilot helped me out. Still have to work to pay for food and rent and everything, though," he went on meekly, further explaining his circumstances. "Still I'm way better off than those guys who sell their houses and all their possessions to pay for their mechs, then lose out in the prelims."