"They're different heads to the same beast," Raizo tried to explain, to make her understand. Each clan was a different head, but they all worked together if it called for it. "Now you understand the surprise learning this is America," he reasoned with a nod, wondering if she was starting to understand the person she was traveling with a little better. He may not be the most friendly, but there wasn't many opportunities for that in his past. He was at least... trying. After learning she was nothing to do with him, he could have easily ditched her and found out what happened on his own, but he chose to stay by her side instead. Learning together that nothing made any sense. "The Hand isn't familiar to me," he shook his head negatively, "That eliminates a common enemy. I hope I didn't somehow bring you into my situation." No one should have to run like this and if he somehow damned this on her-- he would regret it. They had no reason to believe either of them was the cause, but even if he wasn't the reason for this illusion, he endangered her by being near her.