Unique is putting it lightly. [Shang Qinghua says with a snort. He's finished off his noodles by now, so then he goes for the dumplings. His appetite hasn't waned in the least, despite the topic of conversation being something so fraught. He's just the sort who will deal with the situation at hand and find whatever comforts he can - he'll just complain a lot.]

Ahhh, I'm not sure how much I can enjoy it. I want to be comfortable in the meantime, sure, who doesn't? But, mm. [He purses his lips like he's trying to find the words for how he really feels about this whole thing, and finds... that it's a little too embarrassing to admit that what he misses most is a person.

He just breezes on to the topic of books and paperwork, snorting at the admission that he doesn't read much outside of work.] Aish, I understand that feeling all too well. What work are you in?