She's eighteen years old and she's pretty sure whatever she does isn't going to be all that interesting to this guy, at least in terms of finding himself new hobbies. For that reason alone, the fact that he's asking as if he might take her up on her suggestions, means she has to give him shit for it.

"Well, there's the brothel," she says, pretending to consider. "Work there two or three nights a week, but don't worry. No shagging. They just pay me to hit people with this really big paddle. All studded on one side, you know? Outside of that, I deal a lot of drugs. Like, a lot of drugs. All the hard stuff, especially, that's where I'm the best of the best."

If there's one thing Maeve will never do, it's that. But he doesn't know that about her.