[Mulan is wearing the clothes she'd normally sleep or sometimes exercise in, so a sleeveless shirt with a mandarin collar and loose wide-legged trousers. She looks tired and something of a wreck. She probably still smells faintly of smoke.

She moves stiffly, too, nursing weary muscles and a few bruises that have yet to fully darken.]

Hi. Please tell me you're just checking in, and this isn't because something's wrong. Because I really don't know if I could take anything more right about now.