Sheesh. There was Onbin, acting the part of ladie's man once again. Masato found it annoying, but... hey, the guy was just acting as his nature dictates. So he never really said anything, except for the occasional good natured ribbing, and he didn't feel particularly negative about it; just a bit annoyed.<br/><br/>He had the feeling nobody else would take this seriously, either, which was worrying for him. Sure, the whole day makes him feel like he's supposed to be Kamen Rider (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamen_Rider) or something,  but he doubts that he's going to wind up with the 'plot armor' that the aforementioned hero has; nor would any of them.<br/><br/>The first thing he does is flick himself on the forehead, though. Yup, not dreaming; or if he is, this is an amazingly lucid dream. He would heave a sigh, and look around at everybody. "I need to know more about what is getting on and is expected of us before I can agree or disagree." he was approaching this cautiously, as he saw caution as the best thing in unknown situations; and hopefully, he'd be able to keep his friends, with that statement, from volunteering themselves into something they might not be prepared for or capable of pulling off.<br/><br/>It wasn't even that he felt like they'd be unable to take care of themselves; it's the fear that they won't, that something bad will happen to them. And, perhaps, to some extent, it was also because he had difficulty trusting anyone that wasn't himself. He worked, and fought, better on his own, where he wouldn't have to fret over others. He just wanted his friends to be safe, and the safest place was being un-involved.<br/><br/>Yet, he could also tell she was being sincere; that despite the absurdity and surrealness of this encounter, there was seriousness to this Mateia woman. He couldn't turn his back on people in trouble, even if that meant giving up on some or all of his responsibilities here.  But still, he needed to know more.