[There really isn't much call for full plate armour these days. It piques China's curiosity, enough that she settles into the seat opposite the man with a careless sort of elegance. She folds one leg over the other, rests her elbow on the arm of the chair, for all the world as though she was invited, or perhaps she owns the place. Neither is correct.]
[She glances the state of the board over briefly, then the man himself, and tilts her head to rest it in her hand, the picture of graceful boredom.]
oh dear
[She glances the state of the board over briefly, then the man himself, and tilts her head to rest it in her hand, the picture of graceful boredom.]
Will you object terribly if I join you, my dear?
[Bit late for that, China.]