Four in the afternoon on a Monday. The jobless are just waking up and fiending for the first installment of the day's long infusions of precious caffeine. Jesse lets the door swing shut behind him, drifting into the brasserie and glancing about the midafternoon loafers and layabouts. On seeing Compton, he raises a lazy hand, responding to the wave with a peace sign, then gesturing for a cigarette. "...abiding?"