Akira snorts a bit. "Should show 'em how I fight down there. Can almost guarantee it's creepier." Hmm...Akira ducks beneath the counter for a moment, popping up with a pair of chopsticks, a napkin, and some freshly-made edamame. He passes it to his customer.

"And...how do you feel about it? What they've done, why they've done it."