Sitting down Kilik soon realized just how difficult it was to find a position that was both relaxed and with his spine straight, finally settling in a semi relaxed seiza with his palms resting on his thighs. Watching the man-bat as he counted he focused part of his attention on the simple task of matching his breathing to the slow pace of the other man's voice rising and falling while the rest of his mind turned the puzzle of this masked ..probably vigilante. Something about this man reminded him of the blond girl that had helped him that day he had so foolishly trusted Shinjuku's crocodile, though she had certainly seemed less... austere. Eyes growing unfocused he continued to twist and turn the facts he knew, his breathing now keeping the slow rhythm on its own.