Zhao isn't in the lobby at five until six; he's upstairs, swearing at a spreadsheet he swears had been working obediently until just when he was about to save it and head home. Fucking computers, they know their moment -- so it's a minute or two late when he throws on his jacket and bolts downstairs, ignoring the slightly envious glances he's getting from some of the other shinki.

He's part-time. He gets out before dinner.

He slows from a headlong dash to an easier jog as he spots Ginia standing there, waving at her.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, I got caught up. Hope you weren't waiting long?"