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   ❝I was sent to this location, Kenshin-sama had suspicions of enemy activity in this area…Would you happen to know anything of it?❞

Evasive as always, her question will remain unanswered. For now. He has his suspicions about this place.

                                    Digs a booger out of his nose, and promptly flicks it in the general direction of the nearest person. Whether the gesture was out of disdain or a severe lack of concern for anyone else’s aversion to being hit by flying snot, is not quite clear.

                                     The derisive snort that follows soon after, however, is.

               ❝  --! ❞

                 Little is left to the imagination of what exactly the other thought of his presence. Perhaps he was used to it, aware of how the other typically acted, so the offended substance heading his way was the exact opposite of a surprise. He was simply never there when it landed. Barely, he adds in the back of his mind.

                                 In all give circumstances, a booger was the least of his concerns at what could have been thrown at him. But there was no use in lowering his guard.

                                         Time would tell.