[He's uneasy just stumbling upon one of these strangers not really knowing what to make of the whole group yet let alone the individuals. The unease really is not helped by this girl...is she sheathing that weapon, whatever it is, or putting it together? The possibilities have very different implications. Either way, it feels a little pointed and he shrinks in on himself, hastily dropping the katana back to his side.]
Sorry, I'm...uh, not really used to carrying something like this around.
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Sorry, I'm...uh, not really used to carrying something like this around.