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Siu Mun wandered back to the tent, nibbling a bun. She stepped out of the way of a runner who'd just received a new mission, then went through the tent's flap. It was as chaotic inside the tent as it had been when she'd left earlier for dinner, or maybe even more so, with papers and folders shifting around like plates in a restaurant kitchen.

Siu Mun skirted the chaos and went back to sit at her usual spot in the corner. She'd brought a whole bag of bread with her, and she offered anyone who came near her one.

"Still going?" she asked one who man who came over to take a red bean bun.

The woman nodded with a sigh and bit into her bread. "Lachlan, I can understand, he's not exactly human, but this John Briggs, I don't know how he's still awake."

It had been over twenty-four hours since negotiations had started with the Atlantic Alliance.

Siu Mun made an apologetic voice. "Would you like some coffee? I can go get some."