John looks down at his cup, back up at Capochin, then back down at his cup again...and smiles to himself.

What the hell.

"...probably freelance." he replies finally, looking back up again. "I run a ranch up in Northwest Hollow, so I'm just lookin' for a little something on the side. I've heard a little about you guys, but I'm still kinda more curious than anything, though. Duties, pay, what I can expect from the action. Looking for information before I put in my uh, formal application, know what I mean?"