The moment the pointing finger and staring eyes found him, Yuri turned his interest to a market table filled with half-rotten fruit. He proceeded to examine the fruit -- while the merchant fidgeted and yammered in hopes of a sale -- and waited until his path was clear of gawkers. As much as Yuri was accustomed to unwanted attention, it was tiring to field questions and suspicion at every step. As far as any of them needed to know, he was here for the world-famous, exotic . . . apples.

But just as the way was opened again, a mention of [i]find someone to work[/i] reached his ears.

Yuri waited with an apple in his hand, watching -- in the corner of his eye -- the redhead called Ari chase after the voice. He handed the stuttering merchant a blue translucent gem, and while the old man stared at it Yuri dropped an apple in his pocket and bit into another, following after Ari's bright hair. She was going to lead him to his next job.

"'Scuse me." He had hung back until the two had stopped again, allowing him to catch up without chasing them. He spoke to Jason with an accent from across the sea, but clear enough to understand. "Do you know anyone who has work to be done?"