"/Well shit, if I'm there, then don't be afraid of Kazarian,/" he shook his head carefully, totally amused by the idea that someone could be afraid of that guy, "/I'm what my boss back home calls 'a scrapper'. I think it's her favorite English phrase./"
Getting paid would be nice but he didn't say anything beyond an 'eh' and a shrug. He was used to working for nothing. Or next to nothing. "/Yeah well... Gotta hit Circean Delight at four whenever that is,/" he looked at his dead watch. Where digital numbers should have been, there was nothing. Annoying. "/Then I'm heading into the kitchen to help the chef,/" he had a lot of things planned to keep him awake, "/So I'm afraid I'll have to ditch you at some point./" He was honest at least.