Karen smiled, touched. It had been a long time since anyone offered to stand up for her. The fact that she didn't need protecting was immaterial. "I do feel much better, thank you. And I have been terribly rude to you, Mr. Booker. I have spent so much time complaining about my life--well, existence--that I scarcely know anything about you besides your "odd jobs." Would you care to elaborate, or is it the kind of job that is best left unspoken?"
She took a sip of her bourbon and sat back to listen, willing to let Booker take his time to decide what to say and how truthful it should be.