“Then what’s suppose to be RIGHT? The shit you get                on camera and call a JOB?” It wasn’t quite fair of him to                mock. Especially coming from himself, it wasn’t right to                undermine just from being skeptical. But what it was                was someone he didn’t quite like being in company                with, and someone Mac didn’t care if he knew so or                not.

              ❛  It very much is a  JOB,  thank you.  We risk our lives to save people from those forces that prey on the weak.  On camera -- yes, it may look  fake,  but I can guarantee you that they are very  real.  My partner took those pictures himself,  I’ve helped set up the equipment,  AND..  when we had our medium,  she would check it, too...  Believe what you want,  but you really don’t know the half of what we’ve been through.  ❜

              “Don’t you have some ghosts to catch? Or are you               waiting for someone to give you a call, buster?”

             ❛ A-are you sure? You worked so hard and… ❜ Calondra’s hands reached down into her purse, trying to gather some money. Anything they asked besides the lowest amount might hurt her financially quite a bit, but Calondra couldn’t bear the idea of someone giving up anything for her.

           ❛ At least… allow me to gift you something in return for your services or… s-something. ❜

              She froze as he commented on her halting words from before. Of course he heard them. Of course they made him curious. They would make anyone curious. With a nervous laugh, Calondra glanced about the house a few times before answering.

             ❛ I thought at first… Well… I suppose it’s easier to say that there are natural things worse than a few ghosts and I-I… I’d much rather y-you had said the house was haunted. ❜

       The little man was just about to halt her hands that obviously seemed to be struggling to find money as she dug into her purse  --  but then she paused..  and what she mentioned next caused those hazel eyes of his,  behind frames,  to portray an ardent wave of concern on top of curiosity.

                   ❛  I mean -- you’re not wrong...  but what were you thinking it could be, then?  A break in?  Did you call the police at all?  ❜

     Chagrin unbecoming of a man seeps free, beckoning the air of displeasure in return. A sternness bounds of inexpressive eyes, and his voice softens– not to console. 

      “Were you expecting immediate acquiescence to your every request?” Though he’s granted ‘Specs’ his life, it requires little to lose it. 

                ❛  I-- I........ No, but..  ❜

       Annnd now he’s anxious.  Though the man before him showed little to no expression he could just feel the grim stare the other was giving while Specs’ gaze dropped to the floor.  He should’ve known better than try to give a VILLAIN orders, but sometimes he can’t help it!  Specs gets a little cocky and then he can become a little intense when he’s spooked.