He winces, trying to shove Chenqing into his waistband, only to come up short against his cargo pants. There are so many pockets, but no waistband to be a convenient belt of holding, and so he ends up looking like he tried to ineffectually shank himself by dizi.

Firmly putting Chenqing behind his back, he straightens up and tries offering a smaller smile. "I don't know what's going to count as saying anything useful right now, considering. Where do you want me to start? I'm sorry you've been pulled here? There's enough to tell, but I've only been here two weeks, unlike a number of the rest..."

He pauses, then brings his hands both around front, gesturing in a hold, stop, I'm defenseless way.

"About that, will you listen to me listing off who's here without... ah, doing anything just yet?"