He couldn’t help but think that there ought to be someone looking out for Shilo. She saw the world with fresh eyes probably because she’d been cooped up in her bedroom for all of her life. She was ripe for the picking, so to speak. Graverobber imagined that there were plenty of unsavory characters lurking about that would manipulate her. Being a watchful chaperone was not an appealing job, in his opinion, but perhaps he could manage a bit of guidance. That wasn’t so awful, was it? Not a babysitting gig, of course, but something more subtle.
“I’ll just have to earn some more, then.” His lips curled into that troublemaking smile he always showed before a really good score. He was certain that there were other things to market in this place, but until he found a new niche he would have to work on what he knew. Jumping to this new universe had left him only with what he carried on himself and in his satchel. That included a Zydrate gun and ten vials of the glowing substance. It should have been enough to get a decent amount of cash. If the apartment complex was completely rent-free he wouldn’t have to worry much about personal expenses.