Makoto smiled at her answer, not walking too fast that she might get left behind when she slowed to look at something. He seemed far more relaxed now than the severe person that had met Zoroko a few minutes ago.

'Similar to your world, then? I envy you. There is much here that is foreign to me, and customs that are common here would result in execution or being banished from the Clan. For instance..."

He slid a closed fan out of his sleeve and gestured it towards a man and a woman by the side of the road before popping it open. The two were looking at a gun for sale in a stall.

"There are foreign weapons like those where I am from, but to be seen with one might as well be your last act in life."

He finally looked over to Zoroko and smiled again.

"So, you can imagine that I must get comfortable with many things."