Offering a smile at the glance, Soubi lifted his beer with one hand in a sort of acknowledgment, gaze as placid and vaguely-amused as always beneath the lenses of his glasses. "I have to say that I miss Tokyo, personally," he offered mildly. "Not only because Ritsuka-san is there, but-- well. It's much easier to hear Japanese, and despite rumours otherwise, we do not actually have youkai running amok." In fact, he'd never even seen a monster until arriving in Los Angeles.
His gaze slid away, then, to Charlie's stitches, before meeting her gaze. "I hope you got your ribs taken care of, as well, Charlie-san." Those had been some fairly nasty breaks---she'd been lucky they hadn't punctured her lungs.