There was something there he could appreciate. The manner in which she did her thing, and then had zero fucks to say about said things. It was lovely, and John had the appreciation of it.
"Broke... the economy?" John blinked a moment. "I'm not surprised. What's his face, Bezos, looked like a knock-off spy villain." He shrugged ultimately, because it didn't matter. Interesting that some book store was the thing to shatter the U.S. economy.
The bitch was keeping it. That smile, it could cut a bitch on it's own. Who in the fuck was this woman? "Smut pays okay. Crime at the time paid better." Well until you contracted a deadly virus and literally burnt yourself out. "Opportunities arose, and I took them." He shrugged. It really wasn't anything.