Rotem is sitting upon the steps at the enterance to one of the buildings, a bag of ice on his ankle, a box of spicey chicken beside him, empty.

Coming out of the back to the restaurant, Yi goes on her short lunch break from working as a part time cook at Tin-Yen Chop Suey. As she rounds the corner of the alley, her eye spots Rotem sitting with a bag of ice on his ankle, and she gazes curiously. "Hello," she greets him politely, as one would a stranger.

Rotem nods softly "Hi, don't mind me, I'm just enjoying the lovely view of trash, oh, and the drunk guy across the street. He's only thrown up twice this hour."

Rotem's tone of voice is less then happy, seeing as he's been put 'out of action' for a while.

Yi glances down at the teen's ankle, then up at the drunk guy across the street. "Oh him. He's rather harmless yes," she notes. "What happened to your ankle?" As she asks, the small take out box in her hand is opened and an egg roll drawn out.

Rotem growls softly at the over inquisitive one, having assumed his initial bad attitude would throw her off. "Well, I tripped and fell while trying to steal somone's lunch, if you must know."

Yi hms softly around her egg roll, not in the least phased by the tough teen's attitude. She's seen worse. "If you wanted lunch, you should've went home and made some," she replies after swallowing. Her tone's not condescending, but just matter-of-factly. "Now you've not only got a twisted ankle, you'll have some cold spicy chicken. Which I hope tastes good enough. Made most of it this morning." Her eye glances down at the box beside Rotem. "Haven't seen you around this city. New?"

Rotem says "No. Just new downtown. And I dont have any food at home, so dont try and tell me I shouldn't have gone for here takeout."

Yi blinks, a little confused by what the teen meant. "Who's takeout?" she asks curiously. Yes, she's probing. Or maybe just making conversation since Rotem is the only victim she can snag.

Rotem says "She said her name was Angel, but I doubt it, I dont often trust what comes out of the mouth of a woman wearing a PVC catsuit and packing heat. Would you?"

Yi arches an eyebrow, but doesn't ask much further about that. "Well my name's Yi. And I work here," she thumbs towards the small chinese fast food behind them, "so if you want anything after close, we always have leftovers."

Rotem chuckles. "I could use the food, seeing at with a bad ankle I'm not going to be able to steal my meals for a while.

Yi offers him one of the warmer eggrolls in her box, not needing to squat since she's kind of short anyway. "So what's your name?"

Rotem says "People call me Rotem, although some people friends call me Roto sometimes, usually right before I beat the crap out of them for it.""

Unphased yet again, but just all the more curious about this new kid, she continues to snack down on her lunch. "That doesn't seem like the way to keep friends, beating them up... You stay at the Projects? There's people here that'll help you out there, if you need a job or things."

Rotem shrugs. "I'm fine. I dont need any job, I can take care of myself, and I don't need any friends either.

Yi smirks, humored by that comment. "A lone wolf eh," she chuckles. "Well, Rotem, maybe it seems I'm being too generous to you then, offering you what I make over a hot wok all day hunh?" She shrugs, the smirk turning to a wry grin. "Well suit yourself. Everyone changes someday though." She clicks her tongue against her teeth lightly.

Rotem scoffs at this, "I dont need a job, I'm just fine without anyone's charity."

Rotem grumbles, trying to get up, finding her company less then fullfilling, he stands up, then takes a step, putting weight on his right foot, and then falls to the pavement. "Oww, shit." he grumbles.

"And if you get hungry enough you'd sacrifice your /other/ ankle for a bite of an eggroll," Yi retorts at the teen. "As much as you think you can get through life alone, there /are/ times that a helping hand would be better than roughing it alone." She walks over and offers her hand to help him up. "Maybe I don't like you either, but that doesn't mean I'm not heartless."

Rotem grumbles, taking her hand, a sour look spreading over his face as he hobbles up, moving to wrap his arm around her so he can stand. He remains silent, cursing himself for tripping earlier.

Yi glances at the drunk across the street, who is busting a gut laughing at Rotem for falling. "Yer more drunk than ah am kid!" shouts the bum as he holds up his brown bag. Yi chuckles lightly, but with good humor. "Here, let's go inside. My break's about over, but I can get you a right meal to eat. Are you up for some chinese takeout?"

Rotem sighs, "If its food, I'll eat it, I'm not picky." he tries to put weight on his right foot again, stubbornly, and flinches oncemore.

The two of them half-stumble into the restaurant, where Yi gets Rotem a full plate of beef chow mein, lots of chicken wings and a couple cans of Coke for that ankle before she resumes her job behind the scenes.