[ That's an odd statement coming from someone who looks as young as he does. Er, "young". He's got a few years on her in terms of appearance. If not for that whole zero energy signature thing alongside that statement, she'd think it likely she trumps him chronologically, but who knows on a regular day on Earth, let alone some weird alien planet? On Earth, there's five year old gods who're actually as old as dirt and twenty year old something's who're actually three. For all she knows, this guy's actually three doggos and a pupper spirit in an attractive guy costume that's hopefully not actually made of an attractive guy. It's challenging being Woke to the whole of the world sometimes. Realistically, though, it's probably no big. If they aren't in each other's way, it's live and let live. Usually.

Doesn't mean she's not at least a little bit curious, but she's intent to listen and grateful to hear something that sounds close to home. It's not home exactly, but it's closer than anything she's come across since she's been here and it sees her relax marginally. This is one nice -- no, very nice thing she won't soon forget alongside what she's gleaned of those tattoos and his face. ]

I'm sure.

[ That much more for what she imagines to be at least a partially shared sentiment with those Shanghai businessmen. Kabukicho, huh? ]

You're very talented. Don't suppose you were performing anywhere near Tokyo when you found yourself here, were you? With a set of pipes like that, you're sure to draw a crowd or two. [ Or three or four. Tokyo is the City of Thirst, after all. ]