Becky leaned back against the wall she had been leaning against from the start, listening to Tom questions, smiling at the end of them before she answer in order for her to talk. He would keep asking questions till he had no more to ask. "The jobs are good, honest work. Nothing too big but enough to get by. I can go up to about two weeks or less till they don't need me depending on the job. I get paid on some sort of fashion be it food, money or furniture. Normally the furniture goes to the prostitutes. I have no big need for normally what they give me." Becky explained with a shrug. "I have had no problems and even so I can hold my own."

Chris watched Tom as he seemed to be protective, though saw now harm for friends were protective of friends. I he was protective of his friends. So no biggy. He listened, let them catch up, Chris looked around. He had been calm but had left his guard down. He watched the streets, the allies that he could see and anything within his line of vision.