Heisenberg huffs, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. He had resigned himself to another day of tinkering with his machines, but instead he’s presented with the dirty, terrified maid in front of him.

“Ran away from my lovely sister didn’t you?”

he says sarcastically, noting your appearance. He isn’t one for charity…but looking at the filth around him, there’s certainly an opportunity here.

“Fine…you can stay. But I expect you to work, I don’t give freebies.”