Wheeling Gull Isle shāzhōu de kāifàng

The unconventional greeting was enough to stop her approach. Toots? she asked, wondering what the word meant. Was it an insult? Ying didn't think so, having taken his expression into account. Still, her posture remained stiff and tall, should he decide to switch the script.

A moment later, she continued. Why you coming here? The island rarely saw an unfamiliar face, if ever. She wondered what had drawn him in, and why their most recent trespasser hadn't scared him away. Ying turned a glance over her shoulder and wondered if her method needed more oomf.