"Steel box, cramped strangers
All careful, primmed, inured
No beginning, just...".

Each of the next received a quick note of the same kind, a nice polite bow and an uncertain but joyful greeting. When Yul spoke to her directly though, about what she'd said, she turned a light shade of red, "O-oh, uuuh , yes. Unfortunately. Sorry," she said, bringing up a hand and waving it slightly, "I didn't think anyone would hear me. Did.. does it sound off?"

Ganbold waves back cheerily to the Shinjo, but shuffles a little uncomfortably as the Susumu comes in. He just wasn't ready for someone to be walking so closely in his footsteps.

"Hey." He said, by way of greeting, along with a nod of respect. "Nice night for it, I guess. Down in the atmo."

Ichika looked between the two as Yul did, watched Yul when he spoke and occassionally glanced at Ganbald. What caught her eye from all this darting around was the hand twitch, which she focused on for a moment. Ichika furrowed her brow for a moment, looking at the pained-smile and then caught herself quickly, "Yea, that's actually kind of the point," she said, realizing midway how that might sound, even if her tone was a friendly one, and she waved her hand.

"What.. what I mean to say is," she cleared her throat, chuckled shyly, "It's supposed to kind of just leave you thinking, I guess. Based on what's there and what's not," she said, a hand coming up as if to demonstrate.

"Course... not so sure that ones perfect yet, it's a traditional style which I thought I should practice some more. Didn't always write this way back home so.." she glanced between those around her, "but I probably shouldn't go on too much," she bowed her head to everyone as if by way of apology.

"Moto Ganbold, Marine, off the Tsust Nar" the Moto called back, apparently unaware that Yul was trying to carry on a conversation with the Crane. Or perhaps his Ide crash-course had failed to cover what to do if someone gives you their ID while trying to talk to somebody else.

Each greeting got a nod from the dressed up Crane, though she spoke no greetings in turn. She seemed to half pay attention to the conversation before she rolled her head back and glanced over her shoulder at Shirokiku. "Susumu-san, tell me; are you a courtier of your family?"

"O-oh, me? No; I'm a Doshii trained in Mugen-Dono's ways. We train to act without armour, hence this." She gestured to her traditional kimono and hakama combo as if it explained everything.

"I don't believe we've met, Asahina-sama; may I introduce myself?" She offered a bow at the request.

Yul grinned. "Yeah, I thought I recognized the name. Let's get a drink later." He paused as the tea robot trundled by. "I mean a real drink." Yul chuckled, shooting the robot a suspicious look. The tea didn't look like anything more than hot leaf juice...

He gave his clansmate a nod. "Yaneka, huh? See any action?"

"Yes." Ganbold nodded firmly. "Lots of it." He fell silent for a second, then brought the subject back to booze. "A drink is a good way to start a friendship, Shinjo-san. I'm looking forward to it."

"Perhaps," Ichika spoke up, a half-apologetic smile as she glanced between the two, "we might do the same, Shinjo-sama? Not a drink, but," she pursed her lips, "well, just find a time and place where we might take the moment to talk more? Would be rude to force myself in on everyone's time here," she then feeling uncertain looked back down at the hem of her kimono-sleeve.