As soon as Miyako had walked (or floated or whatever) into the upstairs hallway, Dan poked his head around the corner to make absolutely sure they weren't being listened to. Once satisfied that they were well and truly alone, he turned to face her, approaching  slowly until they were about five feet apart. A concerned expression overtook his face. "That dinner was way below your usual performance, Miyako. Is something bothering you?" It was kind of funny to see Dapper Dan, terror of the wastes, speaking to someone in such a soft tone. But Miyako wasn't a soldier and he didn't see fit to motivate her in the same way he would one. "I know you've served great shoguns and whatnot and probably don't have a very high opinion of me, but I don't want you to think of me as just some asshole squatting in your house. If there's something you'd like me to do or change around here, speak now and I'll listen."