[Truth be told he certainly wouldn't be the first boy giving her daughter any kind of look. He's got that 'from the wrong side of the tracks' look which is generally appealing to daughters rebelling from their mothers anyway. Not that he'd know what to do with a girl from the right side of the tracks. But he's got a talent in bullshitting and getting money, so who knows?

Flicking the cigarette out the door, he sticks his hands in his pockets. He's not surprised by the way she looks at him, the whole 'he's young' written all over his face. But the professor over at University of Chicago talks well enough about him, and he's done more than enough hack jobs in his time. Pays the bills after all. He looks around the place, eying up the locale before his eyes meet her. He's not ignoring her. It's just teenage apathy, the whole he does this on his time mixed with the 'not giving a shit' constant state of being.]

Lip. [He moves to the table to skim the folder's contents after his eyes catch the clock.]

Look, just tell me what kind of security we're talking about? If I need my own tech, that will set you back even more. I do this low key.