The question of his job brought on a giggle, and a split second later that bell on the door rang again as a gust of wind was felt...and the young man had a large slice of pepperoni pizza in his hand now. "I'm a courier, chica. Sorta work at like a dozen different joints; delivering food, packages, and whatever else needs delivered. Whenever an order comes in I get a text, and lickity split I pick it up and drop it off. Don't make any real money from the places themselves since I barely put in much hourly work. But getting 3 to 5 bucks per tip, times like...huh, guess I must've delivered about around a hundred and fifty things today...so um...well my math skills suck, but I made decent bank." A part of him had honestly worried about growing bored in Preya too, but from what he had seen so far the speedster doubted it would happen. "Yeah I got a ton of free time on my hands. Mostly I just chill, read some comics, patrol, and play some video games. From what I've seen so far, well with new folks coming in all the time, and all kinds of cool events happening...I kinda doubt things can really get very boring here."