"All apologies." Sliding down onto the chair, Nakahiro put the cigarette out, squeezing it between his fingers, and dropping it onto the ground. Just a small pile of ash to be scattered from his fingers, and carried away in the slow flow of the breeze as his slim figure was stretched across the chair, one leg over the other, elbows resting on the armrests.<br/><br/>At her question, he just slowly lifted one shoulder in some nonchalant version of a shrug, and slowly moved a few strands of his hair, lousily pinned up on the back of his head, behind his ear to stop them from obscuring his vision. "I'd say she's been doing fine. She's better at hunting than I am." His lips formed a slight smile... He's gotten a tad rusty, not having used his Predatory Organ for nearly two years. To be completely honest with himself, yesterday was a very miserable fail.<br/><br/>And his eyes sled across the street. The chairs and tables, here and there a customer... And Isana.<br/><br/>Slightly straightening his back, he turned to her as she approached them. "Good morning." he greeted her quietly, taking his round shades off and placing them in the wreath of black hair that crowned his pale face. A few strands slipped through the silver wires and cascaded into his face, just to be swept out of it again. "How are you feeling, Isana?"<br/><br/>She disappeared at night... And he simply wanted to make sure all was fine.