On the presumption that drawing unwanted attention to oneself in a unfamiliar city, especially one that seems to be populated by large numbers of uniformed personnel, isn't always the wisest course of action, you nonchalantly (or as best as you can manage nonchalant at this point!) enter into the Chinese restaurant. The white-and-bamboo interior looks comfortably like many other Chinese restaurants you've seen before in your own world (with the exception of the by-now-and-you've-only-been-there-five-minutes-reassuringly ubiquitous military uniforms), and the smells coming fromt he kitchen increase your comfort level.

Inside the vestibule, you're met by a very pretty 15-year-old girl wearing a traditional Chinese dress. "Welcome to Nyan-Nyan," she says in a voice just as lovely as her face. "Can I show you to a table?"