He lowers his eyes, he used to have a steady paycheck and bouncing from mission to mission more or less let him run free on the government's tab. But, since landing in Miami - it's pretty much been what little he's willing to take for a job worth a hell of a lot more.

"Sounds close enough to familiar. I freelance at home too, but mostly it's for families - dealing with gang bangers in poor neighborhoods, normal people getting threatened by thugs with guns and bad attitudes." He shrugs, finishing the last of his water.

"I don't like it when big guys think they can get away with hurting little guys." It's as much a truth as it is a threat. In his mind, Ellen may be part of a military organization, but a young woman in the wastes like that? Definitely counts as a 'little guy'.