Seems like we’ve got ourselves a resident... Akira bristles at being addressed so indirectly, mistaking Zenkichi's amusement for patronizing mockery. Drawing himself up to his full height, he steps bodily into the doorway, letting his open hand rest lightly on the hilt of his sword.

"That would depend on what you're smelling, I suppose," he says calmly. "Is there something you need?"