"Right, okay, I love you." English: "it's over here."

"Can I trade..." Masozi considers. "I could come in every morning and check for mals first thing? I don't know when people usually come here to work." 

"Actually, you're probably useful enough that I should take you to Lan Xichen and he'll figure out what to do with you."

.....Wait is he about to get an alliance with an enclave. An enclave that speaks an entire new language??? This is - amazing and also really confusing! How does anything work over here. 

"All right," he says cheerfully. "- We should finish looking for your room first though. Can't be that much longer til curfew." 

"Oh, that's a good idea." He heads out. "Normally in an enclave everyone just kind of does what they want, you know, and if you're being an asshole people are going to bitch about you or not help you much or feed you to a mal if it's really excessive. But Lan Xichen has kind of a force of personality so now everyone kind of does whatever he says. He was like that even when he was a kid, you know, he'd just be polite at you and somehow you'd wind up following the rules without even knowing why."

"Wow. ...Is he good at coming up with rules? That seems like it'd be really useful if he were - good at things - and annoying if he wants people to follow stupid rules." 

"I guess it depends on what rules you think are good? Lan Xichen says he thinks all of Shanghai enclave is part of Shanghai enclave including our maintenance-track people and our allies and it's his job to get everyone out alive. Zixun hates it, obviously."

"I think that seems good! You'd expect to be stronger as a group if everyone in the group watches everyone else's back, yeah? ...Um, who's  Zixun?" 

"Oh, he's another member of the enclave. He's an asshole."

"Oh." Masozi is maybe going to not ask more questions now and hold off judgement until he's actually met this person. 

He confirms that the stairs are free of mals, heads down, and they can start checking the next hallway to see if any of the rooms contain cockroaches. 

"I mean it costs resources to keep people alive, right, if we're trying to ward the maintenance track's rooms we have less mana for graduation."

"But then you've also got them to help you fight? I'd've thought that that'd be worth it. Assuming they're good in a fight, I guess, but I figured anyone who makes it four years here would be by the end of it." 

"Well, sure, but it's a better way to get the ones who are good at fighting if you don't help them and let anyone who's bad at fighting die and ally with the survivors senior year."

"Yeah, I guess. Just - two different strategies." 

"Wonder why he chose that one."

"'Cause he's good at it? Or maybe he just doesn't like it when people die. I don't like it when people die." 

"Probably you'll get used to it. --Oh hey! Cockroaches."

"Oh good!" Masozi is so relieved. "Want me to check it for mals for you?" 

"Sure! Bichen food."

Unfortunately for Bichen's diet, there are not any exciting mals hiding in the room. There's an agglo in one of the desk drawers and some sort of cocoon inside the mattress. Masozi points these out. "I don't think agglos are dangerous though." 

He stabs them both just to be on the safe side.

"Cool! Let's take you to Xichen."

"- Oh, right now? Sure. Is his room far?" 

"Nah, he's back down at the cafeteria." Mandarin: "we're going to see Xichen."

"Oh, all right." Masozi takes the lead, so he can keep a lookout for mals and, if he sees any, point them out to Lan Wangji.