Nakahiro's lips curved into a small smile. "Playing clever?" he spoke silently, tilting his head aside. She revealed what she wanted to do, but as always... Take that with a grain of salt. He could take it into account and avoid any techniques that would give her an opportunity to trip him over, thus remain steady on the ground - or above it...<br/><br/>On first sight, he didn't do anything. Just slowly, elegantly bowed.<br/><br/>The moment of surprise was a deadly, but not very used weapon of his. He sprang back into the air in the matter of a moment, and bolted towards her with the speed of a flashing bolt of white and black. Just the echoes of his footsteps would warn one of his coming - but then, he was already behind Isana. He bent one arm before himself to guard his chest, while outstretching the other one to strike between her shoulderblades. If he'd manage to strike, he'd continue with a jab at her lower back, using his knee to push her forwards, and then hit the ground with his foot to regain his balance. That would send him forwards, and possibly allow him to push her back a little more.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><br/>Rustling of an insanely huge paper bag, full of sweets, accompanied the figure of a small girl - was it a girl, even? - that sat down by one of the tables in the canteen. Turn a page of a gun magazine, and stuff her mouth with more sweets. As if she was completely uninterested in all the other investigators and other Overwatch workers around. Turn a page, eat. Turn a page, eat.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Man, this sniper gun... Wonder if my pay's enough to get that...</span>Shinobu wondered, studying a huge weapon that piqued her interest.