Pita finished her noodles and drained the last of her soda. She toyed nervously with one of her chopsticks until Yao gently touched her wrist. The back of his hand was covered with a mass of spiky black hairs; he didn’t shave his hands to look more human the way some orks did. "Well?" he asked. "Are you going to tell me something about Chen? Or do you want to soak me for another plate of noodles first?"