Much was in two minds about Marcie living close. On the one hand (one mind?) close was good, close meant he could see her all the time, close meant he could be there in a flash or two if she needed anything or just wanted to hang out. But on the other hand/mind, too close was dangerous. He didn't want anyone following him round and accidentally finding her and Kaden. At least the East River cut them off from most of Apollo and Ares' usual haunts, although Melpomene was a little uncomfortably close. Not that (according to Alan) she had a lot to do with Apollo and Ares (or leaving her own apartment) lately, so she wasn't high up on the list of shit Much had to worry about.
"Yeah, this one's near a straight shot to mine from the Subway," Much said, leaning over to look at her screen while he waited for some lights to change. "And there's a Korean fried chicken place just round the corner. I scoped it out the other night. The apartment, not the chicken. Well both. Ate me some chicken and kept an eye on the place. Make sure no one suss was creepin' round," he nodded, sagely. He was pretty sure he'd been the most suss person eating chicken in a beaten up old van on the street corner that night. One of the bouncers at a bar across the road had kept staring at him, had even done the eye pointing thing. Much liked him. He had a good feeling about this place.