"Guess you really are new here, after all," Jr had already figured it was the guy he'd spoken to on the network before. There weren't many out there who were fluent in Japanese. Or, at least, he hadn't seen very many people use it for their writing. It was distinctive and interesting enough in its way.

He didn't spare the retreating figures a glance, sparing a moment to twirl his pistols before holstering them with practiced ease. Not like he couldn't whip them back out just as quickly if he really felt the need for it, but he didn't see this guy as an opponent at the moment.

After giving his shoulders a roll, relaxing muscles after that little skirmish, he gestured to a particularly tall building some distance away. "I'm a co-head at the Kukai Foundation. Those assholes all know who I am, and what I can do - or they're green as hell."

While the Foundation was known to the world for their technologies, particularly in the arms department, and their humanitarian efforts, it was different on a local level. Here, people knew at least one head of the Foundation was not a friend to any mafia organization. If anything, he was known for blowing their facilities to bits. The satellite ones, anyway.

He'd shoot for their main bases of operation eventually, but he knew that was going to take time. A frustrating amount of time.

And with that, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Sounds like you knew it wouldn't be safe going out alone though. Did you have something that important to see to?"