Shi looked like the coffee culture crowd at least. His hair was tied back today revealing metal all through his ears and more make up than most men dared to wear. It made him harder to recognize without it.
He moved through the crowd carefully, hard to navigate when he's shorter than most of the women, still, he's used to westerners being giants. He orders a mug of tea, something herbal and light. He could use some relaxation after the day he's had.
The pain in his side hurts, and it's hindering his movement, but he doesn't tend to bleed much so it's not worth worrying about. Besides, he doubts the thugs he was tangling with earlier even expect him to still be alive. He's been so stupid to let them get that lucky shot it.
Still, he wanted some place quiet to sit and let his wounds heal some before he headed back. Making his way across the city would be agony. Good thing he'd stashed clothing around here.