He lets her see that he has to mentally shift around some expenses to calculate what he can give her before he nods. Not many, though, he's just very careful about money now.

"Then thank you," Jason says, shifting his weight slightly before taking out his notepad and a pen. While writing his CiD number down, he thinks vaguely and insanely of having business cards made. Civil Unrest Inc. No. Closing the space between him and the island she stands behind, he offers her the paper rather than putting it on the counter.