Les swallows at her directions, nodding vaguely, as he enters back into the dressing room. It didn't sound like a challenging task. Les was capable of listening to other people even if he didn't always do it. He just wasn't sure about the level of responsibility Lara was putting on him. He hated to admit it, but Riley had told him that Lara would have high expectations. That this wasn't just a job. It was a lifestyle. Maybe he had still been hoping that he could just fly by the seat of his pants, but judging the thousand dollar suits, that didn't exactly seem possible. He finished dressing and came back out.



"Look maybe you should find someone else," Les tells her. "I can just tend the bar or something less visible..."