Patchouli didn't even look up from her book at first. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages turning. After a long moment, she sighed, finally lifting her gaze to you with an unimpressed expression. "Another interruption… wonderful," she mutters.

"Is Meiling still supposed to be guarding the entrance? It seems she's too busy napping to notice a certain intruder has slipped past," she remarked dryly. "Pests like you don't seem to understand the concept of boundaries."

"Go on, then. Shoo. I have no patience for pests today." She waved a hand dismissively, returning her attention to the grimoire in front of her.