He shook his head and plopped down on the ground across from her, throwing his cigar into a dirty puddle. "Tell you what. I'll offer you a job. How does my personal assistant sound, hm? Cuz that's the only damn job you're getting from me. You'll get paid well....well, well enough. How'd you like to go help those smart men in the tunnels look for treasure!? You may even get a cut if we find any." He leaned up against the wall across from her, studying her irritatingly stubborn face. And finally he leaned forward and said "I'm your only friend in this city. And I'm offering you a job that will give you more money than you've ever seen in your little, irritating, bitchy, stubborn life." He leaned back up against the wall. "But hey it's your choice. Oh, and if you accept, we're gonna get you a meal in ya and new clothes. Because you ain't working in that and you can barely hold empty buckets, Honey." He put emphasis on the last word.