Shang Tsung reaches up to stroke his beard in thought. "I see. The red-root tea, then. If you would be so kind." He offers, before turning back to Caitlyn as his order is attended to.

"Apologies. I trust you won't mind the company?" He asks. She did invite him over, after all. "To finish what I was saying, yes. I am new. Still finding my feet. You're also a...visitor here?" He asks.