Although the garments this new companion wore looked heinously uncomfortable to one who lived in the loose folds of kimonos they were not very different from most here. Keen eyes swept the lines of Dan's form in brief assessment before concluding that the man was most likely from Earth (European, perhaps? Or American.). Gently Souji shifted Saizo into the crook of one arm and used the other to push back his loose hair. It would not do to look mysterious and threatening on a first meeting.
The frail young man beamed up at Dan from his position on the floor. One might conclude from the glowing expression that he had been locked in a safe for 1000 years and the stranger had just freed him. This was, however, merely a perfect example of the young Japanese's disposition. "New passengers always feel a little lost and mistrustful. I haven't been here very long, either. But I must welcome you!" Fluidly Souji unfolded from the floor then bent into a low bow of greeting. Saizo grunted at being slightly compressed and continued to glare at this intruder on his naptime. The outstretched hand proceeded ignored (Souji did not have enough of experience with foreigners to understand what the gesture meant). "It is an honor to meet you, Mister Foster! I am Okita Souji. But I would prefer if you called me Souji. And this is Saizo."