Tetsuo stiffened up slightly as she asked that inevitable question. He had expected it, and to hear it asked a number of times, but still ...<br/><br/>"It is true that the Dragon has no great love for mercenaries." he agreed. "I am here because ... it is a matter of honour, of bushido. I do not know you would understand." He shrugged slightly. Few outside the Combine did understand honour, and the tenents of bushido fewer still. It was ironic that some at least amongst the Clans understood when so few in the Inner Sphere did.<br/><br/>Entering the cafeteria he remained silent as they passed through the food line, gathering a small bowl of rice and vegetables, and a cup of tea that he wrinkled his nose at. He led them through the mostly empty room towards an unoccupied corner table.<br/><br/><br/>Armina remained queit as they gathered some food, limiting herself to a cup of fruit and some water.  She followed Tetsuo across the room and took a seat opposite him. "So... maybe I wouldn't understand, but you'll never know unless you try and explain."<br/><br/>She took a sip of the water and shrugged, picking up her fork and stabbing a chunk of pineapple, "Unless you don't want to talk about it. I won't be offended if you don't." she finished, and popped the fruit into her mouth, watching her companion all the while.