Atsuro had recovered somewhat from his initial shock. He'd barely heard anything Philemon or the mysterious men had said, opting for the time-honored route of nodding and smiling instead, and if he had heard it, he certainly hadn't understood it. Wandering awkwardly around the room now, he supposes he ought to try and get a better handle on what was going on.

Talking to someone who seemed calm seemed to be a good idea.

"...Hey. You're looking pretty unruffled by all this."