And there was an array of vegetables arranged on his counter under intent scrutiny, if Hammer wanted to extend his important observations. Just like a man to have to overstate the obvious so everyone in the room knew his important place in it. Li Hua folded her arms across her chest, shooting him a pointed are you done look across his expensive open concept penthouse that it would be a tragedy to get blood all over already, and said, "This is Typhoid." The girl, Li Hua knew, didn't usually come here, which didn't bode well for her mother, who struck Li Hua as a much more competent person than Justin Hammer. Maybe no so ruthlessly self-serving, which would get her into trouble while the world ate itself, and ultimately left the child in Hammer's care. Perhaps it, and the whole experience, would give him perspective. "She needs a job and a home," Li Hua explained flatly.