He frowned at her, not liking the sound of what she was saying. She was clearly young and he wondered whether it was how she'd gotten mixed in with whatever business Mickey had.
It isn't your business, Ganesh, he reminded himself. But there was a small part of him that thought perhaps it was everyone's business. Everyone that chose to live in the house, that was.
"What kind of help?" he asked instead, looking just as intent as he leaned a little more forward.