Eh... it's work, y'know? I feel kinda lousy just like, sitting around the apartment and not doing anything. It's kind of a depressing job, to be honest, but it beats just sitting.

_{[And then she shrugs and takes on a goofy exaggerated pouting expression.]} We haven't had any high-speed chases yet and he won't let me carry his pistol around for him, so boo.