Brayden's smile was somewhat short lived with Kyza's next question. Yakuza, certainly, by how he spoke. Brayden could glean quite a bit more information off people than they thought. It was automatic, of course. Brayden simply spent every moment, waking or not, learning things. "Wh-what about m-martial arts?" Brayden asked, curious as to how authentic this Yakuza was and wanting to know what to inspect were the worst to happen. For all she knew an alien spaceship could crash down and brainwash him to kill her. After all, if humans had space travel then aliens could too!