"Twenty bucks is fine," says Tim, faintly bemused as he obligingly fishes out a twenty and hands it to her. "It'll cover some choice groceries."

He's not sure if she's really as accustomed to living on a budget as he and Jay is, but it helps if she lives in one of the former faction buildings. At least he's got something of an income. Though not, Tim recalls with a pang of anxious guilt, for much longer if he keeps missing work days.

"Thanks," he adds, stuffing hands back into his pockets with a shrug. "For, uh - you know."