[ He doesn't mean to laugh, but the question hits him as an absurdity when he's neck deep back into his old life. But, hey, maybe Harry will forgive him if it gives Majima a moment of levity. ]

Hah... ah.

[ He knows whatever he says gets translated, but he says the next word with some extra clarity to emphasize what it is: ]

Bōryokudan. Violence groups. Mainland's got th'Triads, Italy's got th'Mafia. Japan's got th'Yakuza. Gangsters.

[ To anyone in this particular town Majima is peak yakuza. His gold necklace, tattoos, suit, and swagger give him away in a heartbeat. When he was expelled from his clan, he couldn't convince anyone he was a civilian to save his life, even when he was one. Three guesses how he lost his eye. ]

Whole town's just like home.

[ The twist of his mouth suggests that's not entirely a good thing. ]