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He shrugged at her statement, reluctant to show too much intrest in David. "Well I travel." He replied. "I'm stuck in a line of work that brings from place to place negotiating deals with different people. I guess you could say i'm a day runner." His answer had some stock to it. Icarus made money off of his inventions. Most of them were types of weapons that he would sell to fire arms companies. But that was only half the trade. The money that he didn't spend on housing and food went to un orthodox collection of information and paying off of anyone who harassed the people he was assigned to protect. If they were wise enough to accept it any ways. "What about you? You seem like you'd have an interesting profession."