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Rest was amazing. In a bed so soft that she thought it was impossible, the poor Xu Jian got more sleep than she ever had. A solid six hours. That was like, two more than usual. Despite her slamming down food like she was going into hibernation, she suffered no ill effects. That was one of Xu Jian's many talents. Slamming down unlimited amounts of free food without any issue to her stomach, that is.

The trip to Bogd Khan Mountain was, in essence, like Albrecht feeding a dog. Every snack he offered, Xu Jian ate. She even joined in the occasional round, even if her mouth was full. The trip there was like any simple road trip. In fact, the only thing that could have improved on it was someone complaining and driver swearing to god that they would turn the car around.

Her outfit was simple and easy to move in: track pants, track jacket, and durable sneakers. Large enough to not constrict movement, but tight enough to not get snagged on anything. In her hand was a solid rod of iron. About five feet long and a perfect cylinder, she used it more as a walking stick for the moment. Underneath her track suit, however, there lay even more iron. Tightly and sparsely located around her body, iron bands made their appearance. Not heavy enough to dampen her movement, but strong enough to act as an occasional armour and general purpose material.

Then they got there. Clean stone walls, well-done decorations, and two stone doors. One was closed and emanated magic, the other was open. It was a rift, alright.

When Albrecht had opened the trunk, Xu Jian gladly took some free junk. Body armour was a bit much for her, but the gas mask was useful. Utility belt couldn't hurt, either. Worst comes to worst, ditching it and arming a rift creature with a utility knife wasn't the worst outcome. She hung the mask off the belt, keeping her hands free to hold her big stick. She didn't grab any weapons, however. No, something like a machete—even though it was made out of metal—wasn't as controllable for Xu Jian. The carbon that strengthened the steel only served to harm her abilities. She would just keep her metal stick. Better a Wukong than a Jason Vorhees, the debt-addled girl thought.

Once Charlotte suggested the [i]amazing[/i] plan of just letting the killborg face tank every problem, Xu Jian could only accept it with a shrug.

[color=#DE4D5A]"Lead the way, Jesse Starkraven."[/color]

When Paul had approached and asked for help, Xu Jian had no idea what to say. What to bring was often an insular thing. Only the person using their own equipment could know what to bring.

[color=#DE4D5A]"A gun?"[/color] She earnestly suggested. It wasn't an actual suggestion; it was just the first thing that came to mind.

She didn't even respond to Albrecht suggesting that they poo. Pooping was for people who wasted nutrients.