Asian Man: Hello. *He ignores the Man, sets down the herbs he was carrying, then turns and looks at him.* Asian Man: Catch. *He throws something at the Man, it blurring faster than the eye can see.*
*The door behind him creaks lightly as it opens, showing a young Asian man in his mid twenties. He is humming a fast... Andorian tune?* OOC: Oh Ryan... Xi still has the hots for the Andorian you had on the Enterprise. Anything we can do with that?
Quei: Stick! *She growls and stalks away. Inside is a sparse room, with only a few bookcases and plant pots in it. On the floor is a bed roll, made of straw.*
Quei: Good thing is, we won't be seeing each other much. *She opens a door to a small, yet elegant house on the far end of the compound.* Queue: He is waiting.
*He walks into an open courtyard, in it are rows of people moving in tangent with each other, going through martial art forms and moves.* Voice, from behind the man: Hello there.
*He is on a single pad, seemingly a transporter pad, that is either facing the door or surrounded by jungle. From here, he can see that the compound has been suspended from the surface.*