Guy smiled "ma'am I need not you pity money" he replied as he picked up the canteen and took a swig, "pure energy" he said, already straightening up. He was never really good at cleaning but at the look of the place an cockroach cleaning could help. he Picked up a broom and sweep while he hummed at tune. He smiled as he worked, he was sore and tired, but he was happy to help, always was, especially for a cute young girl as the one here. He desperately wanted to know her name, but that wasn't the way it worked. Guy understood he wasn't a looker but he knew his way to gain a persons trust, his father called it, the Sicilian's smooth talking. His smile stopped as he thought of his dad, but put a fake one on and swept faster, "no menacing in the past you just gatta be happy" he said aloud.