Lan Zhan turns and walks away briskly without saying anything. 

The vendor yells at her on her way off but he's speaking Punjabi.

By the time they've gotten to the far end of the market Xie Lian has received a box of Kinder eggs, a forged license authorizing her to fly kites in India, and an ivory hair ornament.

Wei Ying is examining the license delightedly. 

"There is so much neat stuff here!"

"I guess if you ever want to fly kites in India you know where to go!" (Someone tries to convince Lan Zhan to buy weed.)

ABSOLUTELY NOT NO. She pretends very hard that she doesn't see them or hear them or perceive them in any way. 

"It's less likely than it would be if I weren't friends with Rhonda. But, like, using it isn't the point! Why does it even exist? I love it!"

"I have no idea!"

There is a sign in thirteen languages for the casino, and the red-light district is marked with a silhouette, and the residential neighborhoods are marked by name, usually in just one language apiece.

"Do you think she ever thinks about the fact that there are basically people banging inside her or do you think she just doesn't care."

"- I hadn't thought of it like that so maybe she hasn't either!"

"Well, if she's sorta witchlike, then her barrier isn't not her."

"I don't think it's really like that!"

She gazes contemplatively at her own arm. "Well...the human body has, like, a shitton of bacteria in it. And one of the things about bacteria is that if you put some dead bacteria in a petri dish with some alive bacteria, and the dead bacteria have some obviously beneficial trait that the alive bacteria don't, then pretty soon the alive bacteria have the trait. So there's probably sex going on inside everyone all the time. Necrophilia, even." 

"Ew."

"Probably Hua Cheng is smart for not thinking about it. And maybe Magical Girl bodies have less of that." 

"Maybe!"

Xie Lian follows an unmarked passageway down into a chamber that appears to be an art museum.

Oh. 

"Oh wow!!!" Wei Ying darts around to look at everything. 

Lots of stolen and fraudulent works! They're crammed together much more crowded than a typical museum.

"This is so cool," Wei Ying enthuses. 

"Isn't it? I'm not sure how she winds up with all this stuff, she doesn't seem to care about it at all."

"You probably don't have to care much when you've got a whole cityful of people to care for you!"

"Yeah, maybe she has some curators here."

"I wonder if any of this was stolen by Nazis." She looks for information on who stole or defrauded what when. 

The museum is not very well labeled as they go but there's stuff from the Nazis, stuff from Egyptian tombs, stuff smuggled out of various locations during their communist revolutions, some Benvenuto Cellinis, some M.F. Husains, a Native American collection, and loot from the National Museum of Brazil.

"I wonder if this place has internet," she muses, examining the placards. "I wonder if whoever curates this place would be interested in a project to give some of this stuff back."