A man like Saitou wasn't sure how to respond; people don't usually like to talk to him. He's not really that inclined to speak to people, either. But there was just something about this Kyosuke that reminded him of someone, someone from his time. He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was yet. Perhaps a descendant of someone he knew. Vaguely he wondered on just how many generations that would be. Several, he imagined.

A man like Saitou also was far too prideful to really ask for help. ... But as he had wandered around in his mind before, this man reminded him of someone. He could at least spend more time with him to try and figure out who, and why. Not to mention soba would be nice, the wolf mused. Another way to vent by relaxing with his favorite food. Once again, Saitou hoped there was a place that had some.

"... Is there soba somewhere?" Saitou inquired, glancing around the City. He was crossing his fingers mentally that there was, somewhere.