China lets him in, closes the door behind them without further comment. She seems perfectly confident in that simple barrier, leading him into the sitting room and turning to face him. "I know the location of two Chihuelan deserters," she says, abandoning all art and preamble for the moment. "Until better arrangements can be made, I need someone less than obvious to watch over them and ensure nothing untoward happens." Their lives are a very real risk; China cares mostly because they have valuable information they have not given up yet. She arches a brow. The unspoken question: can he handle that?