Manolo had been a blessing, not only helping get the house together but giving advice and watching out for them. He was well worth the price of his services. The dilapidated house was starting to feel more like a home in many ways, and even the spots that didn't look inhabitable were cool to explore.

Once the stairs are fixed, he so wanted to go look out the windows of the tower, but as it was, he was too heavy to risk that.

Hearing the door, he shifted quickly, phone sat face down and the cigarette between his lips tossed quickly away. "Boss... it's not..." The excuse died on his tongue. It wasn't the Monarch. He let a breath out, realizing it was her, as she spoke. "It's cool, I can go if you want, or you can hang out. That's always an option, ma'am." he bumbled a little, trying to bypass the fact he had been smoking. He knows how the Monarch felt about it. All the Henchmen did. That never stopped them though.