While some of those names weren’t all that familiar, Scott got the point: Tony was the wealthy benefactor behind these inter-dimensional refugee programs, and if he wanted a job, there was probably room on the payroll for one more. Which was good, because, like “space pirate,” “ex-convict” was probably a hard line for a lot of employers. It had been for Baskin-Robbins, anyway.
“I hear you.” Scott busied himself with unpacking the rest of his takeout. “I took a resume building class in prison--you can make anything a transferable skill if you throw some action words in and make it vague enough.” He took a sip of his beer, considering. “‘Coordinated the redistribution of resources.. ’” a pause as he conjured up the rest, “‘both internally and with third party vendors.’” The former thief raised both of his eyebrows, angling the bottle in Peter’s direction. “In other words: I stole shit and sold it to people.”