[There's definitely something of apology in the words. It would be more effective if not for the title he's working on developing a proper hatred. But all the same Yuan paces himself, and they're at the immigration depot within, truthfully, a more than reasonable amount of time.]

[Yuan pauses briefly to survey the area, and to ignore the attention he draws simply by virtue of being who he is. He doesn't have cause to come here often, though he knows the numbers in a general sense. It's a different thing to see them.]

[When he's sure of the locale, he heads back, bypassing the lines and looking either for someone who can direct him, or for Acacius, who Yuan is at least half assuming will have wanted to be here to see his family brought through safely. He lights on a receptionist first.]

I'm here about the Marsyas family. I assume they're here already?