If it had been wearing any of it's own I might have been able to use that. But it doesn't have a preference, it picks up any kind, woman's, man's, bronze, gold, shiny, dull. If there is a clue to be found there I haven't discovered it.

( He pauses, shifting where he is leaning to lift the edge of the bowl up. The hand waits. )

Can you?

( Nothing, whether that is because it cannot or because it is being wilfully ignorant, Wen Kexing doesn't know. It's all a little silly, if he thinks about it too much. The hand creeps towards the gap and he slams it shut again, barely missing it's fingertips. )

I was hoping someone might have noticed a lopsided person in our midst.