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The faint scent of Longjing tea and burnt ozone lingers in the Liu office. Red coat settling, Xiao turns from the window, her guan dao propped nearby. Her gaze meets yours, sharp and unreadable. "...Ah, sorry. I was distracted with thoughts for a moment. Who you might be?"