[ There's a sharp look at Mao -- No grooming on the kitchen counter. Granted, it's Yin's kitchen. But whatever. Details. Hei slips the whole mess of beef and tomatoes sizzling from the pan onto two plates. Stoops to put a few strips in Mao's bowl, before setting the dishes on the table. One for Yin. One for him. Settling down, he begins to eat, ignoring the flatware, using a hand. ]
[ The first bite is hot from the grease. He sucks in air to cool his burning tongue. Focusing on Yin, he asks, ]
What about that Doll from M16? [ July ] Is he still at the Welcome Center? [ In the wrong hands, the boy could quickly become a liability. ]
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[ The first bite is hot from the grease. He sucks in air to cool his burning tongue. Focusing on Yin, he asks, ]
What about that Doll from M16? [ July ] Is he still at the Welcome Center? [ In the wrong hands, the boy could quickly become a liability. ]