Firo's grateful for the relatively quiet last couple weeks. After the danger and drama of the attack on the Guard headquarters, he's ready to lie low. But it is, of course, pretty boring to stay at home, though. So here he is, strolling to the bar to get a drink and look for any friendly faces.

When Firo sees a familiar hat down the street, he waves and trots closer. "So you're out and about, huh? Had any problems?"

He wouldn't expect Sato to keep to himself for long, but he does have to wonder what the Guard's going to do about this. Sato's freedom has to be a slap in the face to them, he assumes.