It is just when you started thinking about leaving the place, with considerable delay, that someone entered the room.
You somehow thought of a Nepali businessman or something. You were wrong, utterly wrong.
The first thing you realize is that he is a huge ork.
The second thing you realize is that she is a huge ork.
"Good evening, gentlemen", she said. And with that you realize you were wrong with the Nepali as well. Chinese
She gives each and everyone of you an inquiring look, her face emotionless and hard. She walks over to the table, followed by the timid waitress who looks utterly frightened. Mrs. Johnson weighs at least 100 kg. You'd estimate even a bit more. Some of it is fat, a good deal goes to her bosom, but the majority is steel-hard muscles. If not steel muscles. She mad no effort to conceal that both her eyes and her right arm are chrome. She has bushy eyebrows, a military way to walk, move and talk, and considerable tusks. Apart from this, she seems to be very Chinese.
"So, you're the cop", she says with a nod to Cinder.
"Muscles" Scarcrow.
"Decker" Mark.
She sits down. Immediately the waitress puts down a plate of momos (the Natives realize that there are twelve momos on the plate). Just as the waitress attempts to flee, Mrs. Johnson cries out in a commanding voice: "Where the fuck are the chopsticks? Didn't I tell your worthless boss I'm eating with chopsticks?"
She picks up the plate and flings it through the room. With a cry, the waitress gets down on her knees the pick up the plate, then decides otherwise and hurries off to replace her guest's momo plate.
As if nothing had happened, Mrs. Johnson asks: "So. Did you use your time to brief the others, policeman?"