'Great, legacy cop.' She thought to herself weakly. She wondered if he really wanted to be a cop or if it was something he wanted to do for his dad but thankfully had just enough sense to wait to ask that question later. Naima could be thoughtless and rash but even she knew that would be pushing the envelope a little.
"Oh, I see, you like cars then. While construction, if the whole thing falls through, would certainly give you a great work out, not that I think you need one or anything," She grinned, "I don't see it giving you an opportunity to drive a lot. Unless you got to work one of those crazy truck things with the claw? That would be kinda cool I guess." She trailed off a moment in thought. "Ooh!" She hopped a little at a small epiphany. "You could be a taxi driver!" She laughed. "I always thought that wouldn't be so bad. You get to meet a shit ton of crazy different people and drive like a bat out of hell with immunity! I've never seen a taxi pulled over before." She noted. "Plus," She added thoughtfully, "You would be helping people, kind of."