Please conduct your throwdowns in the street with two or more willing participants that do not, at any time, include him, thank you very much.

He's a bit lost in the utter familiarity of how she talks about all this but he sure isn't going to show it! Or, at least, he's going to try not to. The headache the haniwa is giving him is making it hard to be his usual stoic self, though.

"And where do you come from, then?" is the only question he can think of to ask, in the face of all that. He could ruminate more on the possibilities presented by the haniwa, but there's another throbbing spike of pain that's preventing him from that. "You seem well versed in their tactics."