Sheng allowed Pepper to sit on his desk. He also sized her up for a moment, not looking intimidated by her. He didn't seem attracted to her, but he seemed to find her personality intriguing. But the silence didn't last too long, it looked like Sheng also wanted to get to business. "I hear you have some information I might find valuable," he told her.

Pepper smirked, she seemed to like getting straight to the point, "Now I wonder which little birdy could have told you that," she replied with an eyeroll, sliding off his desk with a glance at Long before she stretched a little. She appeared to be totally at ease in his office.

The tiniest little detail didn't appear to escape Sheng. Just like Wolfe body was superior, Sheng's perception was superior. "A little birdy that desperately needs a vacation, but refuses to take one," he replied.

Long stood there quietly, seeming to be used to this.

Pepper laughed at that, turning and smirking at Sheng. At that moment she decided something, putting her hands on her hips, "The name's Pepper, I'm a Neonate who's here to hitchhike on your resources." The way she kept stretching her arms seemed a little odd to Sheng. Most people wouldn't notice but the muscles on her arms seemed... harder and less flexible than usual, even for a strong person. They didn't look much bigger than the average girl's though.

"A 'Neonate?'" Sheng asked with a small smirk as he made an obvious glance at her neon orange hair.

Pepper smirked, flipping her hair a little dramatically, "I didn't think of it, our creator did. He liked metaphors."

"Your creator, huh?" Sheng asked, sitting back in his chair. "I should have you talk with my geneticist. The Yin Long enjoy metaphors, but they could use a little more plain and simple creativity."

Pepper's smirk slowly grew, "Then you'll love what I'm about to share with you," she stated seriously.

"Do tell," Sheng replied, looking and sounding fascinated.

Pepper’s smirk grew as she walked back over to him, “Since I deplore long boring stories, I’ll get straight to the point,” she stated, sitting back down on his desk.

“I’m hunting for a lab. My creator’s lab. In there he built us all from scratch to push the limits of physical form. But what he really wanted was to stretch the human mind to it’s full potential.” She leaned back on the desk a bit, “You know we only use about ten percent of our mind’s true intellect... my creator wanted to create a being that could use all one hundred percent.”

Her eyes were glinting again, “He called those test subjects ‘destins,’” she explained, “Most of them were failures, causing the test subject to lose their rationality,” she spun her finger in circles around the side of her head, “absolutely bonkers. But there there was some success."

"He created one with the ability to use sixty percent of her brain's intellect. If you help me, I’ll allow your geneticists to keep any information they find in his work. Imagine a gang with that much mental ability.” She grinned fiercely as she touched his temple, “You’d be unstoppable.”

Long was very close, ready to knock Pepper back if it became necessary. But Sheng continued to sit there, amused. "If what you say is true, that's quite a generous offer," he noted.

Pepper snorted as she leaned back on the desk, hand leaving Sheng's head, "I know," she stated, "But I don't give things away for free, you're going to help me find it."

Sheng thought about it for a moment. "I find this 'lost lab' interesting. But I made time to talk to you tonight because you claim to have information about Ming Yue and Dominic."

Pepper shrugged a little, "Maybe I do," she replied, "Or maybe I just said it to gain an audience with you."

Sheng slowly sat back in his chair, a little of the carefree air slipping away. "... If that was true, you wouldn't have come," he decided. "You're too smart to gamble with stakes that high. And I'm afraid I have no more time to give you tonight if that's all you have to say."

"I wouldn't?" she laughed a little, "You don't know me, Mr. Victor. But alright," she smirked, "I'll throw you a bone. I've met your little sister; a whiny, annoying twit."