"Thanks. That'll spare me a few losses." He's always forced to tap out during those impromptu wrestling matches. Jigen gets way too into delivering those headlocks, and his vision goes fuzzy from the constriction.

Lupin likewise leans in, as if he had known Ginia for more than a conversation and they were trading war stories. What was wrong with speaking of absent friends? It was obvious no one was concerned about that for his sake.

"What's there to say, really?" He asks this with a small laugh. "We're all so different. We all have different goals, different ideas. Just as often than not we end up working against eachother--but, you know? Our goals end up matching in some way, and that's when things get cool."