China is markedly out of place in the scrapyards, even with her hair up and her outfit simple clean-cut pants and shirt, slim concession to practicality over elegance. Nevertheless there she is, intent, picking her way through scrap like it's the most interesting thing in the world. What interests her mainly are the smaller pieces of scrap, broken bits of delicately machined metal or half-cracked lenses, and she already has a few sharp-edged pieces cupped in one hand for later examination.

Of note is that she's for the most part avoiding the scrap-sorters, preferring to look at the unsorted piles herself, and that she seems not at all bothered by the relatively cooler weather, despite not wearing anything like a coat.

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[if this is the first time you've met China, you may wish to eyeball this; she does a passive magical Thing.]