Meg's gaze shot up, her stormy violet eyes almost seeing through him. "Services?" she repeated dully. What was with everyone in this place, helping out strangers and offering little tidbits of happy sunshine as if that would solve the very real problem of being trapped here? And this guy? She could see a smooth talker coming from a mile away. Maybe he was having an off-day -- clearly, he wasn't in much of a better mood than she -- but maybe this was some new angle.

And if it wasn't, did she really need someone else in her life being tainted by her own circumstances? Hades would ruin this man's life with ease. But she did need employees...better someone who could look out for themselves than someone like Yuna.

She stood in spot, frozen for a moment in indecision.