I'm not just a pretty face. [ Beaming smugly, he leans back over to the desk and snaps up an approximation of a card, offering it over. ] This has a new account on it under G. Reaper with the City bank under the new pincode twenty-two thirty-three, use it to get whatever you want. You don't need me breathing down your neck all the time and I've got my own stuff to deal with. Get your own if you're still here in a few days, the cash on it should've run out on this one by then.

[ Some of his own earnings, that's all. Maybe he is helping the guy out more than he would anyone else, but. Well, people can go fuck themselves, Jim does what he wants and right now he can see echoes of his friend in a man who gives him a good gut feeling. ]

It's not a fortune or anything, but since you're heading out to pull off your own search you don't want to starve. I've been out there twice now. Trust me when I suggest heading into the City for a bite to eat every day, at least for breakfast. The smell of food will wear off by the afternoon and the monsters in the forests won't be able to track you as easily.

Take it with the PADD.