[...so, it seems there is a lot going on here, and jin guangyao is only equipped to deal with a fraction of it.
he maintains his polite salute for an additional bemused moment while the stranger speaks about him, rather than to him, into that little device in his hands. he straightens carefully and considers mike in silence, before evidently determining that no, there was no offence intended. this man would probably address a sword held to his throat with the same emptiness in his eyes.
then the explanation comes, and as with most things in this place, where one answer appears, a multitude of new questions crop up to take its place.]
I see, [he lies politely, because he doesn't, but it doesn't matter. instead he notes the universally understood body language that communicates 'where's my napkin' and takes a few careful steps forward. then he extends his hand down to mike and offers him a napkin, because sometimes the simplest problem is the only one any of us are able to fix.]
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he maintains his polite salute for an additional bemused moment while the stranger speaks about him, rather than to him, into that little device in his hands. he straightens carefully and considers mike in silence, before evidently determining that no, there was no offence intended. this man would probably address a sword held to his throat with the same emptiness in his eyes.
then the explanation comes, and as with most things in this place, where one answer appears, a multitude of new questions crop up to take its place.]
I see, [he lies politely, because he doesn't, but it doesn't matter. instead he notes the universally understood body language that communicates 'where's my napkin' and takes a few careful steps forward. then he extends his hand down to mike and offers him a napkin, because sometimes the simplest problem is the only one any of us are able to fix.]