Now having baggage to unpack is a thing the Yakuza can relate to; he carries his own hundred tons with him everywhere he goes.

"Somethin' like that, yeah." This place, throwing young girls like her in to fight. If it was looking to irritate the Yakuza, it certainly has succeeded; he can't look at her and not see Nemu when she was that age; the ache in his heart only adds to his irritation.

"Keep him, close kid; he looks rough enough to protect ya." That's good; at least she has the creature, though he is not entirely sure it is her familiar, and while he is not inclined to go around adopting kids, Samatoki also can not leave her here on the beach with no one. He flashes an almost feral, half crooked grin at her.

"Why the hell not.." That brand on her face draws his eyes; he cocks an eyebrow.

"Oi, who did that to ya?" He jerks his head at the mark.