Good. When she sits down next to him-- well, that's strange. He's not used to people trusting him, but then again, she is crazy.]

[There are more stories he could tell her-- Jean-the-Knife's rampage through Simside, or the true love story of Saint Cuthbert and Foldovly Pleasant-- but he wants to make sure everything's alright, first. She seems calmer, now.] There anything I can do for you? I mean, I can't rightly watch your back, but if you want me to look for a room for you, or any of that shit... [He shrugs.] Ain't like I got a straight job to be getting to. [Being Felix's professional shadow doesn't count.]