"Pleasure's all mine, Docca, sorry I'm late," Kira said, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly at the compliment; he wondered if she got confused, though even with his voice, it wasn't so deep to be especially telling. He shook her hand and replied, "Name's Kira, nice to meet you. And might I say you're a feast for the eyes, yourself." Given how quiet Tacoma is, Kira has since felt spoiled by it and coming into Seattle for work has been an extreme exercise in patience. Though, as his tightening pants would be evidence of, Kira found the trip into town to be quite worth the early morning effort. He took gave her the once over; he always did like taller women.<br/><br/>Taking a seat, Kira puts in a order for a bowl of ramen, his breakfast at home not quite enough...and besides he loved coming to this stall whenever he met Rhys for business. "Shall I set up a private chat for us?" Kira tapped the side of head, offering to loan out his PAN for some discreet talk; even if they were at an innocuous enough place, Kira had learned that sometimes it's best to be paranoid and take precautions. Assuming they agreed, and if they chose to talk in person, it was no real skin off his nose,  Kira would mentally (or verbally) say, "So what do you have for us?" Kira's ramen arrived and he began to dig into it earnestly.