His grimaced face turned from the bar toward Yoko, his ears pricked at the comment, his head slightly tilted.
“And I had expected you to be more at ease". He looked down at the table and exhaled. Relaxing, he brought his elbows to the table, resting his chin on an upturned fist. He looked calmly at Yoko, his jaw pressed shut by the weight of his head. The position and its effect on his expression were none too professional. “But, hopefully, there'll be cause for visits without the remainder of the carrion, right?”, his head bobbing up and down as he spoke.
“Anyway”, he said, crossing his arms on the shabby table and looking aside to take in the bar once more - “I don't know if there's much I'd get out of this lot. Wolfgang has his tasking under control, presumably". One of his cheeks pulls tight. “And I don't quite have the intel for any plays, as yet”. His eyes widen and briefly dart toward Yoko. “Nothing I'm telling you about right now, that is”. He looks back towards the bar and relaxes again. “There are some interesting enough people, mind. I'll talk with any of them who aren't so repulsive as to outweigh their worth". He smiles wryly. “So, a handful perhaps.”
The smile softens, and he turns to look at Yoko once more. “Can I get you anything to drink, Kayabuki-san?”
