Rauko arches an eyebrow as the redhead leans in, and for a moment the familiar smells of the Ivory Rose dance beneath her nose... but then Su-Li pulls back and motions for the infiltrator to move off the road and into the decrepit, broken-down building she'd been standing in front of. In spite of her curiosity, the infiltrator finds herself wishing she'd brought more than one knife in each boot; after all, these old buildings practically scream "danger."<br/><br/>"Alrighty... We can do that." The infiltrator smiles, doing her best not to appear anything other than confident as she steps into the gloomy looking building. She's not sure if she necessarily trusts Su-Li already, but she would certainly like to. If for no other reason than the fact that she is very intrigued by the butterflies the other woman makes her feel with all of her attentions.<br/><br/>Once they are both inside, the infiltrator turns and holds the note out to its writer, motioning for her to open it.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately, the tea that spilled ruined a lot of the writing, so I'm not entirely sure what it was you were writing to welcome me too..."