If anyone had enough curse words in their vocabulary, it was probably Marcus. He snorted with amusement. He was probably too old to be picking up new ways to swear, and was overly fond of the ones he already had, anyway. Maybe if he were going to China, he'd have use for Chinese profanities, but Marcus didn't think there was much chance of that ever happening.
She didn't look like she could possibly weigh over a hundred pounds to him, but women didn't tend to lie on the side of heavier than they really were, so he didn't call bullshit on it. 120 was still pretty fucking light. He watched her posture when she pulled the bar down, eyeing her shoulder blades to make sure she was doing it right. It didn't matter if he'd been tricked into helping or not. Once he did take a job, he tended to take it seriously. The fact that she was actually doing it, following his instruction, kept him placated. Intent.
"Most days, chica." Lulu. Goddamnit, he was actually going to remember her name. That was going to irritate him. "Heh. Every fucking day, almost. You don't do the same shit every day, though. That just fucks you up."