Law doesn’t turn to the question, trying to consider a way to complete the task on his own. However he looked at it, it seemed like an impossible task, and if one location needed a second person all if then would need one. He frowns, turning to glance toward the man who spoke to him with a slight glare.

He wasn’t angry at him, just at the circumstance. He frowns, but lifts the stamp card up.

“Not sure it’s worth it.” He says low, before he looks between the man and the card. “You been here long enough to know?”

If it was worth the trouble, maybe he’d ask for a hand.

Literally.