Japan was looking at the letter in his hands, and then at the door of the conference. He had not been able to return to his home, no matter how hard he'd tried, and the young Asian was frightened. He could hear voices and arguing and general commotion from behind the west style door and he slowly thought through his options.
On one hand, this could be the key to figure out what was going on. On the other, he would have to talk to westerners and didn't know what would happen then. He was extraordinary at figuring out strategies and games and sometimes his siblings, but he knew nothing of foreigners and he didn't like it.
Taking a deep breath, he placed the letter back in his kimono folds and shifted his sleeves, turning the door and walking inside.