Antigone bit her lips as she watched him. Maybe, if he was working there (it had to be the Diogenes Club, right? Could there be more than one?) then the owners trusted him enough to hire him. Antigone didn't know much about the running of the club, but it had a strange but distinctly safe feeling about it.
She softened, just the tiniest bit more, when he apologised. At least he knew how scary he was. That helped. That really helped. "Could be worse," she surprised herself by saying. Antigone was not usually a glass half full kind of person. "Could be stuck in here with much worse people."