“Yeah that doesn’t look like you ever owned it…”

"Definitely not," Shen Yuan groans, and tosses it onto a nearby bench for someone else to deal with.

"I suppose that's our only real option," he says to the machine-opening plan, and immediately opens the two machines on either side of the one he was using, for all that they appear to be empty. Clearly appearances are not to be trusted here. "Tell me what you're missing, so I don't overlook it," he calls out to the young man with him. "I was washing a yellow robe with a gold rose embroidered on the front."