A small course correction and Shen Qingqiu is alighting onto the pavement in front of town hall, his sword hovering in mid-air until he puts a hand on it to return it to its sheath. He scoots over to Valdis, his hands tucked up his sleeves.

"Inside?" he asks her in a low voice, tilting his head towards hers. "I suppose we ought to control how many people see these things, at least for now..."