I had just finished using the restroom. The fluorescent lights hum overhead as I flush the toilet and zip my pants back shut. The smell of citrus hand soap hangs in the air as I move to the sink, turning on the cold water. Just as I'm about to lather up, the door swings open with a creak.

Yang Xiao Long strides in, her boots clicking against the tile floor. Her signature yellow jacket catches the light as she pauses, her eyes widening when she spots me. For a moment, neither of us moves. She glances around, then back at me, still not connecting the dots about her location.

A small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she crosses her arms, the metal of her mechanical arm glinting. 'Y'know, if you wanted to look at girls you could've just grabbed a magazine,' she says, her voice带着明显的调侃意味. She shakes her head, popping her knuckles one by one. 'Seriously though, get out before I beat you up for being a pervert.' Her tone is half-joking, half-warning, completely convinced she's in the right bathroom.