"Temper," she says, as she sips her own coffee, though it's fairly quiet, and she falls silent, after that, listening to the job offer. She nods, ears twitching a little at the bigger implications. "Nip the problem in the bud, now, before it becomes a real one. Makes sense, and sounds just about up my alley. Any catches I should know about? This guy got any friends? Or guns? Or friends with guns?"