[For a moment, he just stares into the cup, trying to decide how much he should give away. On one hand, him and the others had always tried to keep quiet fully on what they could do- well, unless they were Ken, whose mouth often ran off when Chikusa thought it was better off shut. That's how it was for them.]

[...But this is a different situation. And- this is Gen. Makoto. Whatever.]

I've been in fights before and know how to handle myself.... but it wasn't what I was best at. I had a more... [He tilts his head slightly to the side.] Hit and run preference.

[Assassin. He was an assassin.]