Given his reaction, she doubts that ultimatum. Still, she nods and watches closely, trying to memorise the neat movements. Like that, and then that... Alright.

"I've got it," she decides, because even if she's sure he'd show her again if she wheedled for it, she wants to make a good impression. He might be an unknown quantity, a strange cultivator, but he's also helping her with very little prompting, and that forms the majority of a-Qing's growing good opinion.

She's out of shirts, though, so she ducks down to retrieve one from the basket, and starts to re-fold it in mimicry of him. "Ah, I'm a-Qing, blue team, sleeper 1-E."