[His own gaze flicks from your face to the kimono. He's always had an appreciation for the aesthetic, and there's something pleasantly fitting about your black clothes and blue eyes set against the colors of the silk garment and haori. How nice.

Though he tries to ignore the hat.

And black is often considered an evil color by the West. It's the color of rebellion in youth, bad luck, or simply the depths of unknown space. Is it safe to say one or all of those suits you?

Another man in his life wears all black, so he doesn't think much of it as he adjusts his glasses.]

Being here certainly freed up my schedule. [A carefully laid-out plan. Ruined.] Thank you for assisting me. Words cannot express my gratitude. [He makes a short sound in his throat, almost like a laugh.] Though I suppose this is where I leave you to collect my bearings.