Time to report back to her captain. Mulan and Shang have seen enough of each other since arriving, but with so much reconnaissance to do on Mulan's part and so much research to do on Shang's part, they've been busy warriors indeed. As many new friends as she's made, Mulan is glad for the chance to see her captain-slash-fiancee again.

She knocks smartly on the door to the podroom in the Media Library where he has been doing his studying. "Permission to enter, Captain!"

Li Shang is a very methodical man. He is conscientious and cautious, he is observant (just not enough to tell when a soldier is really a woman in men's clothing), and he knows not to just leap into things. Spontaneity is not really his strong suite.

So while Mulan had been talking to others on the ship and gathering information that way (all to be shared with him), Shang had been doing his own research. Asking questions of the ship-spirit, reading in the massive library-without-books. Shang has explored the ship itself (and of course, shared what he's found with her). He's listened to others speaking, watched them all.

After all, they had been thrown in a strange, otherworldly place, full of spirits and other spirit-creatures. From the start, there had been no telling how much of what they'd been told is actually true. He had wanted to determine some things on his own, make sure these strangers could be trusted, and just as much could be learned by watching and listening as asking. It was less likely for them to lie to them if they didn't know he had been listening in.

Between what he and Mulan have found, he thinks he has a solid understanding of the situation now. The grief he feels for the loss of his world--for the loss of China--that is something that had to be dealt with in private, as well. But now is a time for composure. Also, he doesn't quite trust what they've been told. Not yet.

However, the people in charge of this rather...disorganized group of individuals that calls itself a crew do seem trustworthy, and he has deigned it time to speak with them and see what he can offer to the crew.

For that reason, he walks into the Precinct, cape a-flarin', hand clutched regally on the hilt of his sword, and to the first person he sees there, he bows his head respectfully in greeting.

"Are you Commander Kirk? The ship-spirit directed me here when I asked to find him."