Chibs had climbed onto his bike but didn't have to go far. With the doggie bag in his side pouch he drove down the street several blocks and seen Jones standing and talking with some men.

Pulling up on his bike, Chibs killed the engine and removed his helmet squinting through his sunglasses at the people she was talking with now. The two men had seen him and when they seen he was headed their way the conversation ended and the two men almost seemed to flee.

Jones turned around to what he guessed was to see why the men had taken off suddenly and when she seen him, she didn't seem too happy.

"What?"

She asked. Her tone was tired and she didn't seem like she wanted him here. Chibs removed his gloves and went to stuff them in his back pocket where he normally kept them.

"Who were they?"

He asked his accent thick as he was curious as to what was happening before he pulled up.

"Trying to find work."

She told him. Chibs looked down at her with a cocked brow. What type of work was she expecting to find by talking to two strangers? Surely she wasn't talking about prostitution, Roosevelt wouldn't stand for that type of thing in his town.

"What type of work?"

She asked his voice questioning what she had meant by work. Then came the eye roll. She huffed and put her hands on her hips leaning to the side just like Gemma would do when she was agitated with someone.

"Fighting -- if you must know."

"Ain't ya had enough of that?"

He questioned. Surely she had done enough? Two years after being kidnapped and forced to fight didn't seem like someone anyone would ever want to go back into doing.

"Do you even know how much money I could make if I actually got paid? With my win - loss ratio I wouldn't have to worry about money."

She explained. Chibs took and minute before he ran his hand through his breard. He didn't like hearing her saying that. They both knew that her win - loss meant that she had killed people in order to win.

"Ya shouldn't be fightin anymore. Surely there's somethin else?"

"Who are you my Dad?"

She scoffed now having her arms crossed. Chibs shook his head. This young woman was walking trouble he could already tell.

"Look. I didn't come out here ta find ya and argue with ya. I came out here cause Gemma made ya a doggie bag."

He informed her which seemed to get her attention. She looked up at him seeming skeptical to what he just told her.

"Doggie bag?"

"Aye, so why don't ya sit down there and I'll fetch it for ya?"

Chibs pointed to the curb which was really the only place to sit. Jones looked down to where he had pointed and decided after a moment to go ahead and sit down while Chibs went and fetched the food.

When he came back he handed her the bag. He wasn't suprised when she snatched the bag away quickly from his grip. He figured she was probably starving. By the way she looked she did look anorexic. If it was for the small amount of muscles she had she would look that way.

He watched as she pulled out the sandwhich and started digging into it like it was her last supper.

"When was the last time ya ate?"

Chibs questioned looking at the woman in question. She had inhaled the sandwhich and then started on the chips that were in the small baggie. She just shrugged her shoulders.

"They only fed the winners. So I mean, I ate every other day. I fought every other day. But they'd feed us scraps."

She explained eating the chips at a handful at a time.

"Whatever the guys working there ate and didn't finish we'd get."

Chibs couldn't believe what he was hearing. They'd treat them like dogs. Giving them their scrap food like they were worthless mutts.

"And ya got no place ta go?"

Chibs asked again. She shook her head.

"Nope. Like I said I'm going to try and find work -- "

"Kid ya can't go back ta that shite."

He told her causing her to look at him. She scoffed and shook her head. Chibs raised a brow and frowned deeply.

"Darlin I'm serious ya can't. Have ya even looked at yerself in tha mirror? Like look like a God damn skeleton!"

He said motioning toward her. She just looked at him and then down to herself. She looked at her body and then back up to him.

"I'm going to look this way and end up dead if I don't work."

He sighed, she wasn't getting it.

"Look, I know a guy down at the pub. He can get ya a place ta work. Ya can make a living there."

"Look, thanks for the food, but I don't know the first thing about working in a pub."

She told him standing up and wadding up the trash she had. Looking down at him, Chibs went to stand up as well as she started walking back down the sidewalk.

"I'll see ya around Scotty."

She called back to him as she went walking down the side walk. Chibs sighed deeply and watched the woman walking. He stood there watching her move down the sidewalk.

He felt bad that the woman wasn't willing to take his help. He could tell she had been through a lot and she may have not been right in the head, who would be after being kidnapped and forced to fight for two years?

Shaking his head Chibs climbed back onto his bike and put the helmet on the top of his silver head.

Turning the engine over and the bike roared to life. He gave it a few revs of the engine before putting his feet up and taking off doing a U-turn and heading back to the TM.