( The notebook is a curious thing, Wen Kexing finds his gaze sliding over it every time she writes something down, a quick there and then gone glance as he moves around the small bathroom. Beyond the cabinet there is not much else, but he runs his fingers along the sink edge anyway, rubbing them together when they come away grimy with old blood. )

I'll bear those names in mind, thank you.

( It would not hurt to gather more intel after all, though Wen Kexing wishes, not for the first time, that he had Zhou Zishu here to play spymaster. He was much better at finding things out. Wen Kexing is always too easily caught in his slyness. )

You said that you'd been travelling from country to country, may I ask how? There are a number of people here, are there not? That seems like an impressive task.