His nervous response hung in the air between them as she stared dead-pan at him, still in her position of indignant disbelief. Finally she scoffed and tossed her hands up in exasperation, turning to pace around the bar. "You know what? Don't care. This place has all kinds of freaks, why should I be surprised? You're obviously a liar, but who isn't." She spoke quickly, her words edged and clipped.

She turned in place, not giving him a chance to respond. "You wanna help? Fine. I don't need your charity, though. You'll get paid for whatever hours you feel like working. You keep your wolf nonsense out of here and we'll call it a deal."