You know what? Let's just sneak in. Not being noticed is annoying enough when I'm trying to order lunch -- I might as well get some real use out of it. Come on.

[He breezes forward towards the door, checking the handle; it's locked, but the door hasn't quite latched, the force of the vines behind it pressing it in enough that it comes open in Zhao's hand.

Inside, there's a middle-aged man carefully watering a pot that's barely big enough around to contain the massive vine emerging from it and snaking its way out the window.]

Huh.