Jiaoqiu's home is rather quiet. After all, everyone deserves a little time off, even advisors and medical personnel. He leans back in a chair, his feet up on a foot rest. He's got a big bowl of spicy stew on a table next to him, relaxing his weekend away. Sun filters through his curtains as he truly lives. Until there's a hard thud against one of his windows. With a reluctant sigh, he gets up, peeking out. There he sees a person. No puddle of blood, puke, or anything else; good first impressions. He leans his elbows on the windowsill, a smirk coming across his features.

Jiaoqui: "Oh my, is everything alright with you, stranger, or do you simply have a habit of walking into windows?" He chuckles slightly, waiting for them to get up. If it takes more than half a minute, he'll have to get his supplies. If not, he gets to go back to his afternoon snack and get some amusement out of someone lightly injuring themselves out of clumsiness.