"Oh," Circe was looked uncomfortable for a moment before shrugging it off, "I was unaware of you uh business arrangements."

She wasn't going to give him a handout. She'd not be that disrespectful if he was going his own path. Nor offer him a room. She had neither the space, trust, or strong enough nose for that. "I mean, I figured ya had a part time at the park. Club and all that. I don't need but still got one, its good camo. Plus free popcorn and all that." She then grimaced, "Not bad either. Aside from the brats asking if I'm the janitor princess," which then turned into a scowl, "and the guys asking the same," then she laughed with a maniacal grin on her face, "In entirely different tones."

Bullshit. She wasn't even trying to hide it.

"Donovan? If you feel like making a dishonest buck I could help with that," her tone was back to a whisper, "Not gonna says its safer 'cause, well bullets, but the offer is there. Or whatever."