A little busybody... Zhongli smiles, if only a little. He doesn't say anything, though - uncorking the bottle emanating the scent of whiskey and pouring a glass for Parsee. He places it in front of her before taking an adjacent seat. Now is not the occasion for drinking, and it'll probably take a while for him to brew any tea.

"People who leave here return home?" He's heard of that once or twice, but had not yet believed that. Unless... Parsee meant that she returned home and came here again. "And we do not know why?"