Nina leans into the table, chin in her hands, watching him. "So it is somewhat similar to Shu Han," she exclaims. She starts scribbling a couple of numbers down, but the first two are vertical; one line, two lines, and then a crooked line for three rather than three lines. They are still characters, though. "They're our neighbors to the south. Dangerously intelligent. I'm a bit rusty on the language, though."