Jem squeezes her hand back. He looks across at the woman, "Apparently they still like the old fashioned designs." The comment is enough to leave the woman muttering to herself. Jem took a brief pleasure in this, before feeling ashamed of his own actions.

"Here you go," The man was back with a small, velvet bag. "This stuff is like gold dust around here."

Jem nods and silently passes over the money he received on arriving in the city.

He leads the way and leans against a wall. "If you could look away for a moment please, Clary." He needs to take some before he can go anywhere."