"A handyman?" Vaguely, Mina wondered if that was some kind of high, impressive honor in ancient Greece. Certainly, it was no such thing in 1930s Chicago. "Well, that must be convenient...for fixing up a place for yourself. I, unfortunately, seem to be stuck in this inn indefinitely."

Until Jones could build her a haven anyway.

And on that subject...

"I have a dear friend named Jones who's a bit of a jack of all trades when it comes to building and tinkering and such. Charming girl, although a bit shy. Stammers when she gets nervous." And lies about her species, but that was in the past. Mina took another swig of her drink. "She'll be helping me to construct the clinic. Depending on funding, perhaps she'll contract out to you."