That very question was something he was contemplating himself the moment he opened his eyes to this cold, alien, maple-syrupy world. Gant took a seat then across from Von Karma and crossed his arms as he looked rather pensive for a moment.

"I haven't quite decided, to be frank. The Police force is out, for one. I've heard from the locals that their resources are rather inept. I was also greeted immediately with a pamphlet describing the dynamism of a company called AGI, looking for skilled applicants with a bawdy sense of conviction. Hard to say, really."

His thoughtful composure flashed away with a sudden grin, looking to his old friend for feedback, "Maybe I could become a massage therapist! I was always told I was good with my hands."

Making a clawing and groping gesture in the air.