The urge to swear sharply wells up in the back of Mei's throat, and she has to take a moment to make sure it goes unanswered before turning back to the matter of the sleeping girl. She was at least prepared to do anything convoluted just to resolve a situation like this. But this seemed entirely calculated, somehow.

...let this be a horrible coincidence, she thinks as she tries to put a bit more feeling into it the second time. The mortification is gnawing at her.