Ah, his job. Reno, actually, was still getting used to even answering that question. There were very few back in his world who didn't know what he did. It was pretty damned obvious to anyone who hadn't been living under a rock.

He shrugged a shoulder. "It entails too many fucking files and not enough decent coffee. Occasionally, I save a particular someone's ass. Sometimes, there are explosions, but not lately. It pays good, though."

He wondered if he could get extra hazard pay for watching out for Rufus in this place. He deserved it, dammit.

But probably not. Cheap bastards.