Shiro stepped further away from the man. He sniffed at the air just to check if there was anyone around that he was talking to, but of course there wasn't. He whined a bit and kept his distance from him. He gripped his katana tightly and drew the blade, dropping the sheath on the floor. He stood ready for an attack, whether it be from the Zygotes or the possibly schizophrenic man in front of him.