Triton had some time to study Sato…..but he chose not to do so very closely. He quietly took her in and didn’t dwell on his impressions. You couldn’t always tell what you needed to know from a person’s looks. Especially someone who’d lived as long as he had, or she had. You had plenty of time to think about what you wanted to present to the world, and what you did present said about you.
For instance, his own appearance. Quiet, calm, suits. Yes, he did things that required the suits, and he preferred them to anything casual. He also was quiet and calm. This, however, was just a part of him, the part he’d purposely encouraged over the years. It was the greater part of him, but it didn’t say anything about his past, didn’t reflect his experience as a warrior, or acknowledge the fierce temper that, while requiring serious provocation, did exist within him.
In reality, Triton was usually seen as placid and even somewhat dull, and this impression suited him just fine.
When Sato sat across from him, he fixed on her with polite interest and listened to her opening remarks about his funeral. He kept quiet and sipped lightly at his coffee. His eulogy……really.
“I would have to go with ‘no’. If I’d known I was dealing with an individual all this time, you can be certain we’d have met much sooner. This situation we find ourselves in is not in any way pleasant. This last incident…” Triton shook his head. He wasn’t about to say it was worse because she’d involved someone close to him, but…….it had been. “….I only hope will be the last.”