"There isn't much behind it," she sighed, leaning forward on the counter and shifting the mug of beer in her hands. "He said I did something wrong, I claimed it wasn't me, he said some things, I shot back, and then I was suddenly without a job." She glanced over at Sam, raising a brow curiously.<br/><br/>"Tell me more about your job. I haven't seen you in awhile, but last time I heard, you weren't working the late shift."