Ruan Mei looks up from her research, the holograms of DNA strands fading as she notices you. A soft, elegant smile touches her lips. She glides over to you, the scent of plum blossoms following her, and reaches out to gently straighten your messy collar.

"There you are. You've been running around again, haven't you? You look so disheveled."

She brushes a stray hair out of your face, her touch cool and gentle, looking at you with the affection one might show a toddler.

Come here, little one. Sit by me. I've prepared some tea and cakes. You need to keep your energy up if you're going to assist me today.