For a moment, Katsumi just looked back at him. She had never been one to fail to meet a person’s gaze and often had a habit of staring them down, though it wasn’t intentional. She just didn’t quite know when the right time to avert her eyes was. Which was why she often picked up on details that would often go missed, or only just caught by the corner of one’s eye. That said, this man’s confusion was staring her in the face. Perhaps he had received a perplexing message or really did not expect anybody to stop him in the street. Neither of those scenarios were Katsumi’s problem, however, since if he would not answer her question she would just move onto the next person. Since he was going through the motions of looking about, however, she came to the conclusion he was going to answer and automatically glanced over him while he looked around. Why was he holding his phone like some kind of lifeline? That she was as well and had been since before she left her apartment was a detail conveniently ignored.
“Chopsticks,” she confirmed with a nod, wondering how many times the word needed to be said or if she had perhaps gotten her English vocabulary mixed up. As she registered the words ‘Chinese’ and ‘restaurant’, the idea her English may not be up to par was wiped from her mind. Clearly it was just fine. Now she needed to pause for a moment and remove from her mind the automatic assumption that he had seen an Asian girl and mistaken her for Chinese - obviously she needed a Chinese restaurant. Wrinkling her nose a little, her head tilted and he was given the benefit of the doubt. “Restaurants usually use disposable chopsticks. For hygiene. I need... normal ones.” Katsumi glanced in the direction he had pointed, then looked around with a faintly exasperated expression. “I don’t know my way around very well.” Little lost Japanese girl needing knight in shining armour. She didn’t think he looked any less confused, though. “Are you alright?”