Moka and his henchmen disembark and are greeted but a lustrous sight; beautiful Kusarian women everywhere. "Hank!" Moka barked; "Get your jaw off the floor and organize getting this load of Liberty's finest off. You can play later..."
Moka saw Misaki standing there, holding a bowl of liquid. "Howdy there little Lady, what is this you bring?" He bows slightly in a gesture of respect as he is very unfamiliar with the cultures and formalities of the Chrysanthemums. He notices the awry eye this women laid over his men and ushered a sense of reassurance "Don't worry about these boys, they are loud by nature, but respectful by my rule. Enjoy our company my dear"
Moka peers back again at Hank who was still trying to collect his jaw from the floor....