Well, if they're after irritation I have an abundance to spare.

( He throws a look after himself as they slip through the maze, his thoughts racing ahead, twisting around themselves in worried circles. The statue moves inelegantly, hindered by the manner of it's own flesh, footwork clumsy and sunken. Further proof of the state of it's emulation isn't needed, not when it's snapping off branches in it's hasty pursuit. It is not Zhou Zishu, he knows it is not Zhou Zishu. And yet --. )

No, I haven't. I've been a little busy.

( Having a crisis. )

What about the weather?