"Yeah, well, you're lucky I trust you," she mutters, trying to make it seem as if it really isn't a big deal at all when it's maybe the most important thing she might admit to anyone. The list of people she trusts is very small and she doesn't really tell many of them she trusts them. It's not the kind of thing she has an easy time admitting to anyone and she doesn't think she's ever said it to Les.

And then he offers her help and she softens a little further, because she knows she needs it. Standing here on the boardwalk, she can't even begin to imagine who she might have pissed off to do something like this. There are so many people in her life she's screwed over, people who might be angry about this, but as far as she knows, none of the people she's ever done jobs on have ever had this sort of power. They might be able to buy it, but she doesn't know if they're even aware of this part of the world.

"I... I'll need help," she says, a little reluctant to admit it. "I don't even know where to begin."