This woman, named Ingrid Granat, doesn't usually work at this place. It's just that today they seemed to have a routine interdisciplinary project meeting, so she was in this lounge.
Xinyu found this woman quite okay. At least her Chinese was very fluent. In this place, even Xiang Shan would deliberately use English when facing her — to avoid "unnecessary misunderstandings," supposedly based on a form of diplomatically illogical reasoning that she could not comprehend.
But this woman used everyone's mother tongue when speaking to them.
That really made people like her.
Xinyu glanced at Xiang Shan and the bearded man still in discussion, and twitched her lips: "Weird taste... What do they like? Death metal or some ultra-niche stuff? Or something that makes listeners want to commit suicide?"
"None of those, white noise."
"White noise... Isn't white noise quite normal?" Xinyu paused slightly. She actually quite liked white noise herself.