She watched the brief interaction that the waitress and Azrai had and she wondered if she would be able to communicate so smoothly with another person. She already had a difficult time trying to pose questions to Azrai with unnecessary caution. She wanted to let out a sigh of defeat but she knew she couldn't allow such trivial things to bother her. She would allow herself to be less cautious but she would not throw it to the wind. She was a lady after all; she couldn't just prance around with wild abandon and feel like it was appropriate. She would merely have to incorporate her teachings into the modern world somehow. Sure it might be difficult but she was sure that she could manage. When the waitress left, she watched him carefully as he thought of a response for her question. Perhaps she shouldn't have said anything and kept her thoughts to herself. However, she wanted to know more things about him seeing how she figured they would spend quite a bit of time together. Azrai didn't look like the type of man who would open up at the drop of a hat but he seemed to be taking a great deal of time trying to think of a reply. That was something that she appreciated.<br/><br/>She understood that their relationship was not going to like most people. She understood that she was just an objective for a mission and she was fine with it. It hardly bothered her though she was happy. She was happy that someone actually cared enough to save her, even if it was for a certain amount of money. She was perfectly unaffected by it, which would probably saddened the other if she said such things. She was a very realistic woman, who thought more than she probably should. However, the truth sat there beside her like a large pink elephant in this tiny restaurant. She knew that he would get her to safety and that would be the end of it. There was no time to make some sort of friendship when it could all be over within a matter of weeks. She knew that she could easily become attached to Azrai, she could easily find herself wanting a bond with him, but logic stopped those kinds of actions. She wouldn't allow herself to delve too deep into his personal life and she would try to remain professional. She was just an objective after all. It was probably wrong of her to think that he didnâ€™t care about her well being at all. He probably did care to a certain extent, but she knew there would be a limit to as how much he would care. She knew that she shouldnâ€™t treat him like he was the enemy, that he was only there for the money but sometimes her logic was cynical like that. How could it not be?<br/><br/>She perked up when he finally chose to speak, listening intently to him. She smiled faintly at the choice of his words. They had some things in common which, in all honesty, surprised her. How was she supposed to know that he knew of an old language as well? She smiled once more as he continued to speak to her. It was nice to have a somewhat normal conversation while being out in public. Given the circumstances that they were in, this was probably as normal as their conversations would get. She certainly couldn't think of them discussing how pleasant the weather was or some other frivolous topic that she had heard the villagers speak of from her window. She admired that he was not discouraged about feeling isolated in his own country. She wished she had that kind of strength within her being and maybe one day she would find it. Japan was still her home, she just had to look pass the things that have happened to her in this place. Japan was a very beautiful and loving country, and it would forever be her home. She just had to get through a few things before she could feel more accepted in society.<br/><br/>They fell silent as their food arrived and she had to keep the raging beast of hunger at bay. The aroma of fresh grilled fish wafted into her nostrils making her want to voice how delighted she was to eat it. The portions were small, as Japan usually had many small dishes for one meal. She bowed her head politely as the waitress encouraged them to eat and enjoy such wonderful foods. She did a small prayer, muttering the common term for beginning a meal under her breath. She tucked back the sleeve of her kimono, to avoid it dangling in her food and slowly began to eat. She had long told herself that she shouldn't fear that this food was poisoned. This was a public restaurant where it would cause a scene to actually try to harm someone. She ate in silence, relishing in every bite that she took. She was sure to chew her food a certain amount of times before swallowing, savoring each flavor that hit her taste buds. It had been such a long time since she had a meal this good. She almost felt overwhelmed with emotions, seeing how this was just one step closer to her freedom. If she voiced such thoughts, would Azrai understand?<br/><br/>She wasn't entirely sure, so she made a mental note to ask later.<br/><br/>There was a faint laugh that left her as he expressed his satisfaction from the food. "Indeed you are," she commented with the slight quirk of her lips. "This place is wonderful..." Her sentence was left hanging as she noticed the sudden change of his disposition. She felt her whole body tense as she watched him look at whoever entered the place. She was very observant of the hostility that rolled off of him and she knew it was best that she dare not to look over her shoulder. She inhaled slowly, picking through the many layers of smells in the restaurant. She blocked out the odor of food, sorting through things like perfume and cologne. A faint smell that seemed familiar tickled her nose. There was a siren that resounded in her head and red flags popped up. She was sure she was imagining things; she had to be, though her nostrils flared and she felt ill.<br/><br/>The color drained from her face and she slowly set down her chopsticks, her appetite subsiding as wave after wave of nausea hit her. It was impossible for him to be here, right? That scent was familiar; however, anyone else could have it. Her eyes narrowed as she thought of the man that had that awful scent. It was loaded with smoke, cologne, and death. She remembered the nights when her stepfather would entertain foreigners; she stopped her thoughts from that point refusing to think of those nights any further. Biting the inside of her cheek, she was sure she was being paranoid. Of course she would react like that when Azrai had tensed up. Perhaps he knew the group of men that walked in and he just didn't like them. But...how could he know them when he was from another country? She was thinking too much into this, wasn't she? She was just playing into her paranoia. She just needed to calm down and then things would settle down, though she didn't feel comfortable here anymore. She knew that from behind, she looked like a typical Japanese woman. Long, pin straight black hair and petite physique. But from the front, her eyes were what caught most people off guard. Eyes the color of blood was uncommon to most humans, but she had seen some have different colors than the typically brown hue. Though hopefully she wouldn't have to turn around and face the group of men. She wasn't that hard to spot out in a crowd, but she would be sure to remain inconspicuous.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat, she glanced at Azrai as his body language seemed to relax slightly. She wasn't sure how to recover from the sudden mood change though one thing was for certain, they couldn't stay here any longer; least it would lead to trouble later on down the road. She knew her stepfather was slowly picking up on her trail and she knew that they would come face to face with his men soon; though this was far too soon for her likings. "Thank you for the meal, I thoroughly enjoyed it," she said gently, fear caused her voice to quiver slightly and she was sure Azrai would be able to pick up on her discomfort. "Perhaps now would be a good time for our departure," she suggested as she was very observant of their surroundings, knowing that if they stayed here, they would both be on edge.