<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://questionablefuture.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/lucy-liu.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jia Li<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fu Leng's Dry Cleaning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marcus<br/><hr/><br/>Jia Li stared up at the rugged man in consideration at the question.  Then abruptly she turned and shouted toward the back of the store.  Her words were a quick stream of Mandarin that was responded to in short order with the same language.  The young woman gave another quick reply that did not sound so pleasant before returning to look at the man.  Money was placed before her but she did not seem to regard the item as anything significant.  Only as a second thought did she reach out to inspect the money and put that away.  A ticket was filled out with her other hand while she continued her chatter with the mystery voice behind her.<br/><br/>“You ready tonight.  I bring, you take.  Have everything then yes?”<br/><br/>