Yamato felt an itch between his shoulder blades, like he was being watched, and he sighed quietly to himself, carefully bending the metal fork in his hands. It seemed quiet surprising that someone with such slim and delicate looking hands could bend metal with apparent ease.

...

...this itch was getting annoying.

He abruptly set the fork down, turning his head to try and see who was staring at him - before his gaze caught onto a strange, robed woman staring at him.

Yamato frowned back at her.