[Evidently, making a statement on the network comes easier to Kamui than speaking up in person. Though he's one of the first to arrive at the White Koi, he's not eager to be the center of attention, either, so he quickly edges his way over to a less noticeable corner of the room. (Minus a trip back to the bar for that drink he promised Hizen, anyways.)

For the majority of the impromptu meeting, Kamui nurses a trinity in a cocktail glass, watching-- and listening-- quietly. When he does finally chime in, it's in a soft, polite voice that definitely doesn't befit a boisterous Shuten meeting. But hey, he's trying his best.]

Good evening, everyone. If we haven't met yet, I'm Kamui Uehara: I was gathering information on the network last month. I heard some gossip about a threat to the festival, but... not an assassination. Dante and I took a look around the area in the aftermath, but there weren't any bullet casings left by the youkai in black-- almost as if their guns didn't leave them in the first place. It's very strange.

[He pauses, taking another sip of gin and vermouth.]

Was anyone able to get a good look at that underground machine before the festival, by the way?