Jiao Jie set the bowl of rice she'd intended to throw at Gan's head back on the table and smiled with obvious relief. "Oh, that is so much better; I hate fighting. Thank you. Please, sit." She glanced at the man who had been the group's target and sought Li's gaze, holding it for a brief moment before she backed up, turned and rushed up the stairs to inform Madame Shu of the tiny disagreement, the injuries on the side of the offenders and the unfortunate kick to their friend's head.