Kennedy felt a pang of something between guilt and opportunity ring through her when Ness said something about paying her for it. Yes, she needed the money, but she couldn’t ask her to pay. Her doors were open, she didn’t want to put a box out for fees. Besides, that would almost be begging, and that was something her parents had greatly discouraged.

“Don’t worry about it, trust me.” She replied with a smile, starting to lead her towards the back door of her apartment.