[ She almost stumbles--almost drops the high pile of parcels she came here to deliver. The somber, lecturing voice on the other side of the cardboard isn't wrong, but it wasn't like she was trying to be particularly careless. She couldn't help it if she'd essentially become a pack mule around Nightwake! ]

Sorry.

[ She is--very certain she knows that voice, though it's been many months since last she heard it. She peers around the uneven brown tower held in her arms. ]

Xiao? What are you doing here?