Jiang shook is head quickly. "No, no, you're fine." It was..nice though, to have a human actually...well, act like he was in the room. Even if he was being paid too. "....Well." Jiang went on, as he dipped into the impeccably organized and honestly quite boring, if not for the constant social anxiety when it came to civilian life, mind. "I'm in town for the summit. I'm working security for one of the checkpoints. It's honestly an honor to be chosen. The Republic doesn't take the security of it's diplomats lightly." The Soviet Republic of America tended to take such things quite seriously. Especially considering the messes that cropped up in some of the....more vocal...US states.<br/><br/>No one wanted a repeat of the Miami Hostage Crisis.<br/><br/>Then there was that nasty civil war in Russia. He had some friends in that mess. Jiang sighed, trying to figure out where to take this and to get his thoughts back on track. "So far, the assignment is going well." He offered, feebly. "There have been no major disruptions, and my unit meets my standards. I had some concerns about the youngest. But he's living up to expectations admirably." Fidel was a good kit, but he had had issues focusing. It had been...concerning. One couldn't afford to drop one's guard. Even in a relatively tame city like Charleston.<br/><br/>Another sigh.<br/><br/>"...I've been told I'm boring." His voice was...resigned.  Like it something he head from most everyone who engaged with him on the subject. But....well, that wasn't wide of the mark. "......I have just finished a personal project." Jiang went on, quite suddenly, as if the thought had just occurred to him. "Um." Without another word, the cat hustled over to a stack of files and frantically looked through them. Before returning, a sheaf of white paper in his hand. "I...erm....draw." He set the paper down-revealing a view of Charleston, as seen from Jiang's window. "....I didn't always know how to write." Jiang offered.<br/><br/>"...so when I needed to remember something I drew it. Habit I kept. It's....something to do, when I'm done with paperwork." You could only doublecheck yourself so many times, and one had to fill the rest of one's downtime with...something. He knew he was....probably boring. Enough people had told him such...or their reactions had. "What about you?" The cat went on. "What's....been up with you?"