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Since I got here, plus some bodyguarding and personal training lessons on the side. Thankfully some imPorts see the value in brushing up on their hand-to-hand skills and are willing to pay for it.

What about you?

Would I pay for it? Nah. The skills I got aren't exactly skills I was trained to have. I fight dirty.

[ He is....purposely avoiding answering the question she was actually asking. Mall cop. How embarrassing is that! ]

You could pay for mine if you'd like to add to what you already know. I can handle dirty.

[ Unfortunately for Rick, she notices that little sidestep and decides to tackle that directly. ]

That doesn't tell me what job you have here.

Can you now?

[ It just slips out of his mouth before he realizes it -- this borderline flirtation. He does realize it's a bit inappropriate and manages a weak laugh. ]

Sorry. I really can't believe I just said that.

[ STILL AVOIDING THAT QUESTION. ]

You can save the sorry for when I'm twisting your arm later. Are you still working the crappy joke job they saddled you with?

[ Sorry Rick, she's used to talking with dumb boys. ]

You don't give up, do you?

[ He sounds playfully exasperated. ]

Yeah. I am. They got me workin' as a mall cop. The joke bein' I was once a sheriff back home.

[ Oh. That's his job. ]

With a uniform and night stick and everything? [ She lets out a low, 'impressed' whistle. ] I didn't think you could go up from sheriff.