Deciding that he would just have soup himself, he sat the menu down and gingerly placed it at the end of the table as the waitress came to remove them and take their order. While they waited for their food, he pondered Shizuâ€™s question carefully, narrowing his eyes a bit and pinching the bridge of his nose in thought. It was somewhat unexpected and the question had definitely taken him aback but he wondered if it was a sign that they were bonding slightly. After all, he was sure that she would have more questions like this later. He made a mental note to continue acting professional as he went about this and would do whatever in his power to make himself worthy enough to protect her. A faint grin also made its way to his expression, knowing that a small breakthrough was better than nothing; Shizu was a curious girl and he secretly admired that. He himself was a rather cynical man who often could care less about such things and he hoped that would not affect their relationship in any way.<br/><br/>Maybe it already has, assuming she has caught on to his somewhat cynical expression though he has not really voiced that part of his personality yet. His cynicism was more or less comprised of personal thoughts he kept to himself. Being a loner he always kept to himself figuring nobody really cared to hear about his opinions anyway. He was just here to do a job, not make friends. Every time he makes friends it never ends well anyway, so eventually he figured why bother. Perhaps Shizu would just be the exact same way if he decided to open up to her a little too much, stepping out of his comfort zone, as she was just an assignment. It wasnâ€™t really right to think of her as an assignment either, however. It was somewhat callous even for his taste and he decided right then and there that she deserved to be treated better than just an assignment.<br/><br/>â€œI do not blame you forâ€¦ feeling vulnerable,â€ he began softly, looking down at the sake he ordered. It was perhaps a bit too early for alcohol, but he had his own ways of calming his nerves. â€œI have been to several countries so I understand your language barrierâ€¦ I speak English fairly well but I still speak differently than most people. Japanese is not my strong suit either. In fact Hebrew is my native tongueâ€¦ That being said I can sympathize when you tell me your dialect is older and you are not use to modern changes. Japanese may be older than Hebrew, but the languages have both been around for quite some time.â€ He was not one for talking, especially when it came to personal information, but he felt it was vital to the mission if he wanted to keep her safe and get her to trust him a little more. If there was one thing about Azrai, it was that he was always straight to the point and displayed it nicely while he continued to explain things to her. There was a long pause when he threw back his sake. He winced slightly at the taste as he was not use to it.<br/><br/>Placing the glass down, he then continued, â€œI suppose you could say that I do feel like a stranger in my own countryâ€¦ However, Israel is still my home so I do not allow such thoughts to discourage meâ€¦â€ he decided to just leave it at that, however, starting to feel somewhat uncomfortable opening up a little. Even around people he did trust, the few friends he actually had, he was never this open. He was always reserved and kept to himself. Everyone was so strange in his eyes, and he even included Shizu though it was not made obvious. He was someone who hardly ever made things like that obvious unless he truly meant it. Jumping to conclusions was one of his bad habits; everyone has at least a few bad habits no matter how subtle or obvious they were.<br/><br/>He was relieved when their food arrived. The waitress had a smile on her face and told them to enjoy their food, returning a brief moment later to replace his now empty glass of sake. Japan had wonderful soup though it was a little expensive. After looking at the bill, he estimated it would cost him nearly sixty shekels to pay for it assuming he would into a squabble with the woman about his lack of proper currency. That bothered him about most people: they were unable to convert in their mind and accept the fact that money was money no matter where you were. People relied way too much on technology such as calculators that it amused him greatly. Oddly enough he was one of those people who actually enjoyed working math out in his mind. It was a guilty pleasure of his that only he really knew, considering it a little embarrassing since he certainly did not have the appearance of a stereotypical math whiz. On that note, there really wasnâ€™t much â€˜stereotypicalâ€™ about him appearance wise anyway which was probably why he often felt he didnâ€™t fit in.<br/><br/>He smirked lightly at the thought and threw back more of his sake.<br/><br/>The soup was excellent, hitting the spot nicely for this time in the day. He was hungry, and since he still felt like crap from the walk the other night he savored the taste of the warm soup and relaxed a bit more. â€œI am a man of my word,â€ he said told Shizu quietly, â€œthis place definitely has enjoyable--â€<br/><br/>His train of thought was interrupted when a group of people suddenly walked into the restaurant. His gaze was extremely dark, deadly, transfixed on them and his body tensed and he slid his hand near his gun, much like a tiger ready to pounce upon his prey when given the right opportunity. They werenâ€™t looking this way but he did not like the vibes he was getting from these people. There were five men, all appearing to be local aside from the nicely dressed a man, who he assumed was either American or English. He briefly wondered if one of his contacts had finally gotten back to him but then he concluded that he did not know these people. When the group of men went to another are in the restaurant, away from he and Shizu, he decided to let it go. Keeping it in the back of his mind that he would probably see them again.