Well, at least he saw the futility of arguing. She put some cash on the counter and tucked the magazine under her arm.

"Not for nothing, Jaune," she continued, wincing a little. "But you are also starting to reek. You need to bathe. And help me pick out a tattoo."

The last part was half a joke half serious. She didn't expect he would want to talk about what happened to him and Blake wasn't sure if she was ready to hear it. At least she could distract him.