"You're doing good. Great, actually." A ghost of a smile danced across Marcella's lips. "Better than me." She rose from her seat, taking her bowl and placing it on the sink. "Thank you again, Max." She grabbed her bag and began to dig through it. "I know you said you didn't need payment, but think of this as a gift. And don't you dare say no." She withdrew a bag of Marks, close to seventy or so, and placed it on the table. With a goodnight wave, Marcella headed into the guest room.