They are both, for the moment, occupied with inspecting the parcels that have been gifted, and Jin Guangyao is nothing if not thoroughly observant. The silk brocade, for example, is less exquisite upon closer inspection than he'd initially guessed, as though this bag has journeyed a great distance just to end up in his hands. He absently strokes his thumb across the surface of a starkly white embroidered peony before he realizes what is under his touch, and blanches.

The contents of the bag themselves are all familiar to him, with the exception of the gold robe--which he quickly fishes out and drapes around himself--but what arrests him completely is the jade pass token. A number of different expressions flicker across his face in swift succession, each one somehow just as fraught with anguish while defying description as the last. He holds the little thing in his hand only for a moment before dropping it back into the silk bag and composing himself. The shadow of the most inoffensive, mildest of smiles is back at the corners of his mouth.

"It is of no importance, Lady Dimitrescu," he replies without meeting her eyes again. Instead he gestures towards the boardwalk. "Perhaps if we are after answers, others nearby may provide them." And while she's legitimately terrifying, Jin Guangyao would far rather be the helpful shadow of a terrifying person than the object of her scrutiny.