"Ah, that's too bad," Sato says sympathetically. War orphan, then? Child soldier? Speculation aside, he adds, "I admit I've become a bit of a wanderer myself, but I'm sure 2013, where I'm from, is a simpler time in comparison."

But chitchat on an individual basis can only go for so long, especially when he does in fact have a goal in mind for today. He stretches, pulling away from the railing, and it's then that it's quite obvious he has a pistol stuck into the waistband of his pants.

"I suppose I should be going, and let you get back to your own business. Would you be able to point me in the direction of the armory? I saw it mentioned on the network, but the exact location is a bit vague."