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A haze of cigarette smoke engulfed Cafe Thaza's smoking room. Jiangli casually flicked the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray next to him as he scrolled down to the next page of the book on the dataslate he was reading, as had been his routine for the past year. Considering he was a deserter of the Prohibitum, he rarely chanced going out into public when not on assignment, and his reading backlog had subsequently shortened drastically over the past year. 

Just as he'd finished his current cigarette and was about to light his sixth one of the day, Jiangli shifted his gaze towards the hall, hearing some commotion come from it. He looked longingly at the unlit cigarette for a moment before setting it back into its box and tucking the box into his coat. Jiangli rose from his seat and headed out to see what the hell was going on outside. 

When he arrived, the sight of Advent was almost enough to make him want to wash his hands of the entire situation and go back to his smoke. The sight of the woman actually being a medic instead of a defiler of flesh for once gave him pause, however, and he simply sidled up next to End, completely unsurprised to see her extorting a man for the healing of the boy. 

[b]"300 credits?"[/b] He asked wryly, one eyebrow rising. [b]"That's almost charitable of you. What brought this on?"[/b]