[He sits, watching the glasses form on Ayame's face. It dawns upon him that he really doesn't know many people that well, if at all, in this world. He's pretty sure he doesn't want everyone to know him any deeper than they need.]

[So he tells her only what he needs to know.]

The same place I learned to arrange and grow flowers. [He looks down at the sword. There are bitter memories associated with it, and none of them happy..]

I've had it for well over a decade now. [He partially draws out the sword, only enough to show the gleam of the metal. It's definitely not in poor condition.] With how peaceful it is most times, there isn't much use for it. [The sword is closed again with a light snap as it goes back into its sheath.] Not that I'm complaining.

Working with a team in this field isn't a new experience. Back home, I'm leading one, and we were in the middle of a mission before I was taken here. We're not part of law enforcement. I've hopped between teams before, so I'm used to working with different personalities as well.