( she does. some random told her about the empathy bond and she had stared at him blankly, asked him if he thought if she was born yesterday, and then she'd flat-out walked away. she's probably going to need to apologize for that now? now that she's learned it's true and she was kind of a jerk about the info dump. her eyebrow hitches up at marcos when he tells her he has a job, expression bordering on expectant before he fills in the blanks. )

Anything? ( he doesn't look like a delivery guy, not that there's an exact image in her head of what that's supposed to look like anyway. ) What's the strangest thing someone's asked you to pick up for them? ( there's already a smile beginning to bloom in amusement. who doesn't like harmless gossip? ) I'm not a painter. I can see where that might get confusing. I've got a roller, I've got paint, and the walls are painted...ish.

( she frowns minimally, criticizing herself on how that sentence came together. )

I'm a mechanic.