[b]Man Jianghong[/b]

A slender form slid out of the shadows, perhaps surprising the other new arrivals. As it stepped forward into the harsh light, it became a woman in a qipao dress, long dark hair tied back in a braid as severe as her features. Coal-dark eyes set wide above angular cheekbones narrowed at Ezekiel.

"Hello, Ezekiel," she said, her voice low and smoky, a whisper of an accent hardening the consonants. "I didn't think I had business with you. I still don't know if I do. It's not like you to advertise. And this display - " she waved a hand negligently at the tower that was blasting energy across the EM spectrum " - is not your style. That makes me a little suspicious."

Her hand closed into a fist, held lightly at her side. 

"When I get suspicious, I get nervous. Remember, Ezekiel? You don't like it when I'm nervous. Better start explaining."