[ Ji-Woon slides onto the bar stool, movements smooth. He crosses his legs and props himself up by his left elbow on the bar, his right hand coming to unhook his mask and tuck it into an inside pocket of his jacket. He's even more ethereally pretty than she could have predicted. ]

That's no surprise. You're too sweet already. [ He grins at her and takes the drink to sip from the straw. ] You know, you look right at home. Do you often finding yourself awaking in mysterious bunkers?