"More people..." He mumbled, tapping one his fingers on the steering wheel in thought. It would be much easier if they had an extra set of hands, or something of the sort. Electricity... Ben knew he could take care of it, but he figured the bastard that kept messing with it was making him look bad. Maybe if he could catch this person, his life would be generally easier. As for someone who'd be more of a muscle-head, that would actually be great, considering heavy lifting was such a pain in the ass as things were. Finding someone like that sounded pretty easy, although pissing them off would be a terrible mistake. He never thought about it, but there was probably a few fight clubs around the city with some under the table fighters, possibly already with a bad history.
As for the third request... He had no idea. So he simply swept the thought under the rug for now, more focused on getting something to eat. In his thought process he hadn't been really paying attention to where he was going, but he knew the area well. "Casual, huh?" He questioned, a small yawn escaping him. "Well, there's a small sandwich shop I used to eat at all the time when i was a kid, just a small place on the corner up ahead here. I remember what I used to get every single time." He laughed quietly, slowing down at a red light, giving him time to finish. "I always loved those Boston roast beef sandwiches, the broth they pour on the plate is enough to not get the bun soggy, but enough to give it flavor." He blinked, hearing a horn go off behind him and he glanced at the light and noticed it was green. The car started moving again after Ben getting distracted by childhood memories. "Perfectly understandable if you'd rather go somewhere else, of course."