"Anyone here speak chinese?"
It might have been a foolish question, perhaps it was already covered or they were going to stick a magic fish in people's ear. But what little he knew beyond his scope was that there was a different language. 'Silver Shroud and the Jade Dragon' made some mentions, but anything from a comic book was going to be stretched to trope and skewed to no end.

Bruce sniffed sharply after speaking, taking a swim wasn't the brightest plan on a good day and he hoped he didn't get a cold while on a boat. He had a change of clothes, but only into his costume and it was too soon for that. Snuffing nose did give rise to the interesting smells of the group, some clean, some dirtier than him, and one that actually smelled beautiful.

He set his rifle into the crook of a corner and ran a fingerless gloved hand down the wooden doorframe. It seemed in better shape than most buildings had fared against the elements, perhaps it had even some care over the years by people trying to do more out here than just survive. Something found only to have to leave it again.