[Hang around him long enough and you'll meet him. He's the tall grumpy one looming behind him. But whether or not Mobei would care, he cares, and would so suggest Mobei for for the badass looking one.]

Sure I could, but while I'm getting it figured out I'd rather be around other folk in case I fuck it up. You know, like having the door fail when you're halfway through or something.

[Which is less than pleasant to think about.

Shang Qinghua brought them back down to the spot where he'd been working. Thankfully still unclaimed with his notes tucked under a good paperweight.]