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One thing he would always pride himself on was his management skills. Real or perceived. Pollux and even his civilian self were task centered. One was just more..legitimate than the other. And legal. Pollux figured that being legal didn't matter anyway, he was a 'terrorist' after all. The thought made him look at Hypnos. Would they really call her a terrorist? Probably not. They might claim she was brain washed. A tool used by the older members. Which as she filed paper work..he kind of was using her as one.

Pollux wasn't sure how to feel about that, aside from just ignoring it. "If I'm not organized, things can get messy. In fighting, you want things to be clean and precise. Same with anything in life. Order. It keeps things from falling apart." Nodding at her, he opened a drawer and set the remaining red files inside. "I do this to keep myself motivated, to have work. It's a job on top of a job I guess you can say." He wasn't about to tell her about some of them. Like the one asking him to beat up a complete stranger for cash.

"As for being alone." He looked around, and pulled up a blue envelope. The job was one asking for someone to watch for night prowlers. The client an older woman wanting make sure the neighborhood was a safe place for her children. "Not really. You're here with me aren't you?"

"A few other senshi come and go, I don't see them much, don't have to. I trust them to keep up with things on their own." The envelope was closed once more before being set on the desk. "And this? It's nothing too important. A job offer. Do a night watch to make sure an area is safe. Nothing too difficult or that I can't handle on my own." Unless the lady had lied and an extremely powerful youma was stalking about. Then he'd not touch the fire with a ten foot pole. He knew his skills thank you very much.

Pollux smiled a bit at Hypnos, a thought forming in his head. "Would you like to help me out on some nights?" If she accepted he'd be able to have a hand in keeping things orderly, plus, possible good PR. Not to mention..
While he'd not admit it, he'd be able to keep an eye on her and just know she would be safe in any event. Senshi or not a child was a child. And he'd worry. "Clean up, keep the files in order, make sure I haven't taken a nap on the couch by accident?"

Once again, he enthusiasm lighten his mood. While he may be skeptical of a child in a magical war, at the very least they were optimistic. Plus they were optimistic while not being annoying as his brother. That was always a plus. "They might not be here for a while. I don't think tonight but others? Yeah, they'll be here." Getting up, he figure the place was fine. He'd gotten done what he needed to do, and didn't nee to linger any longer.

"Hrm?" She wanted to help and he was glad. This would make life so much easier. And keep his worry and stress level down. "Alright then. Hypnos." Pulling open a drawer, a key was pulled out. A spare. Placing it on the desk he slid it towards her. "Consider yourself one of the team. Give me a call when you come by and I can set up some tasks for you. It'll be work,-" Should he pay her? He probably should, but how? A glance over to the empty pizza box in the trash made him smile. "If you work hard, I'll buy you a pizza..or ice cream. Er..something. As pay. How's that sound?"

Pollux couldn’t help but laugh. He’d not admit his worries for a child, but if he could keep an eye on her in part, that would comfort him just slightly. She would work, helping him and other while for the most part, keeping her out of harms way. She also had a good taste in frozen treats. “Strawberry it is. And not the cheap kind. That always leaves behind a weird flavor. I’ll get you the kind with strawberry chunks. Heck, as a bonus I’ll throw in some sprinkles.”
Looking at the clock it should be time to close up shop. “If that’s all the questions, shall we call it a night?”

Getting up, Pollux went to the door, motioning her to follow him out. "Staff safe alright." He'd watch her while she left, make sure nothing was lingering about. Then he'd lock up, ready tomorrow.