Indeed. Mostly worked trying to keep people alive, then made some friends after realizing they were a bunch of idiots and going to get themselves killed. And we were- hm. Freelance, or something. But still not smart enough to make people pay for it.

[Francis laughs a little, but it's good-natured, poking fun at himself more than anything. He's deciding where they should go first, and sure he has his list of places he has to show him, but Fran's also a troublemaker, so there's that.]

The hardest? You know you'd think it was the contracts or the rules or something- which all suck- but uh, I felt useless at first, you know? [He hasn't actually really talked about this much, but here they are.]

Figuring out what to do with myself when there wasn't a war, and the things people need saving from are thugs and opportunists, not nightmare horrors took a long time to adjust to. Especially since this place seems to think Submissives exist to sit and look pretty.

[He grins, a little impish as he runs a hand through his hair a little bit sheepishly. But at least he clearly meant it when he said he'd be honest.]

You like coffee or beer? If we're doing this walking tour we're getting drinks first.