Meng Yao enters the Pisan reading room.
He dislikes enclaves without an obvious head. He understands why this is the case, especially with the smaller enclaves-- having legible leadership has costs as well as benefits-- but it still starts off the conversation on the wrong foot not to ask for a specific person by name. In the Sinosphere, he'd know who to ask for, but even he, even with magic, can't track the names and personalities of more than seven thousand people.
"May I speak with one of your seniors?" he says in English.
His English is absolutely flawless. Most Sinos have a thick accent: it's not worth eradicating when you can be understood and spell-competent with one. But Meng Yao drilled himself until his vowels and consonants were all flawless Midwestern American Newscaster.