Eagerly, he spooned a hearty amount of jam onto the next biscuit she had put before him and took a large bite while he considered her peculiar question. Did he know anyone that needed a job? No, certainly not. To be fair, he didn't really talk to any one person long enough to find out such things. Or, more likely, if someone told him such things over a pint, he wasn't paying nearly enough attention to recall it. He had probably been occupied with trying to figure out how to swipe enough coin from other tavern patrons in order to gain himself another pint.
It occurred to Gin a moment later, as he swallowed the large bite of biscuit he had taken, that she had caught him trying to steal from her and was probably suggesting that he tell her that he needed a job. That just wasn't the case. He was perfectly content with the life he was living, even if it did require bedding with the livestock when he was too far from home when night came.
Swallowing, he answered with a slight shake of the head, “No, Ma'am.” He wasn't going to work and he didn't have any friends to trick into taking this alleged 'job' either. The best answer to give the woman was the simplest one.