[ Their lives shaped both of them into the people they were. Both working on opposite sides of the law, but sometimes a gray line was needed to do real good and the helpless.

That, and he knew if he let her help, it would give him a way to rack up more debt. He had pushed himself to rock bottom, and since his curse he was trying to do better. It was harder some days than others. Still, he tried. ] This was nothin' love, there's a lot that goes bump out there in the night. A lot of nasty things that prey on people, gettin' these guys off the street. Just a step in the right direction.

[ He spoke far too knowing. He's seen too much in his years. Despite looking closer to thirty or a little older, he was just over twenty five. A hard life the last few years on the streets of LA had aged his boyish face. ] Trust that I'll never forget a favor, it's how all o' this works anyway. We all trade in favors when money's tight, an' I'm willin' to do what I can to make thin's a little better, y'know?

[ He nodded as she explained, then shrugged his shoulders. ] What else d' I got t' do, sit 'round and drink? Not half as excitin' as this. Count me in. I know every low life in the underground in one way or another. [ He grinned when she took the fry and popped it in her mouth. He didn't know she had a file on him, he should have. But still, he added what he assumed to be a secret. ] I've played courier to some o' the low lives 'round here when my debts get real bad. It's how I get through so many doors.

[ A beat later and he was standing. ] I can finish these on the way, Nat.