He paused, but the urge to be helpful overrode his natural inclination to hate Ever as much as he possibly could. It certainly didn't seem likely that he'd be offering up a punch, either, despite the braggadocio moments before, although possibly this was because being called "honey" was tempered by "not my type."
"Ask America Jones," he suggested sharply as he glared at Ever over an agitated drag. "She keeps an eye on people in basement rooms. Otherwise, camp by the portal and be willing to negotiate your next check away. Keep your other ******** offers to yourself," he added, turning to go.
