[the name is unusual enough to Manabu to spark the memory...they'd spoken before. it was years for the politician, but maybe just barely that for Manabu. not much to go on to say they're acquainted, but at least he knows this guy's established, an imPort like him.

and...apparently doing alright for himself, given the suit and the little entourage. he shoots a slightly concerned look toward the cameras before noticing the extended hand.

oh.]

A-- [he hesitates, then peels his filthy gloves off, pushing himself up off his knees to stand and shake his hand.] Mm, alright...I guess that's fair. You mean-- [Scout yaps.] Scout, sh! You mean people like you and me? Or...just in general?