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Doc lifted his glass of Saki and examined it, much as he would a shot of whiskey. He took a sniff and raised his eyebrows in delight. Having never had tasted Saki, he took a sip and then let his tongue baste in what he had taken into his mouth. It was quite different but quite good. He gave an easy smile to the hostess, put the drink down for the moment and listened to her talk about the various dishes.
After a short cough which he contained in his napkin, he placed his order.
"I figured I best not try anything to exotic," he explained, "at least not this time. I would like to try an order of your beef negimake. I'll let you surprise me with anything else." With that, he closed his menu and handed it back to the hostess and gave a gentle bow of his head out of respect.
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As he waited, he sipped on the Saki which he found great enjoyment in and began scanning the area, seeing what was going on. He noticed the woman pass with her bodyguard. He didn't make his curiosity obvious but he did watch if for no other reason to be aware of his surrounding. He did find it unusual that the bodyguard had left to a spot by himself.
For the most part, he paid little attention to the Kusari military folk. He had no issues with them and didn't want any. If anything, he felt slightly indebted for the more relaxed environment they provided in the sector, at least for him anyway. The trials and tribulations of Liberty and the iron grip the Navy had placed on just about everyone was smothering to say the least. As a result, Doc made few trips into Liberty.
The other thing he liked, no bounty hunters. He personally had no issues with them but he felt that they were just as bad as the Liberty Navy themselves. The ban on bounty hunters in Kusari north of the base in Shikoku was a relief.
If there was a war going on between Bretonia and Kusari, he didn't notice it. He had seen the skirmishes in Tau-31 but just cruised past them. As he enjoyed his drink, he continued observing his surroundings. Much like the well dressed military woman that had passed him earlier, some quite solitude was a welcome feeling for the old style Westerner.