Tea was a standard drink in China, and Mingmei was quite content to take whatever her friend had to offer. She smiled fondly over at Kitane and added lightly: "Yes, tea is good." She looked over at the other girl warily, but she was happy that Kitane liked to be close to people. People here in America didn't seem to want that at all, and sometimes, Mingmei didn't know what to do.
"He's...I don't think he's bad, but he was in prison. He's now running from something," Mingmei remarked quietly. "I don't know much about him and he won't tell me a lot. Says I'm better off not knowing everything there is to know about him or something like that." Her English was improving, possibly thanks to Michael's influence, but sometimes when she was worried, speaking better in English came more naturally.