Conor had slept for most of the 12-hour flight to Yokohama, thankfully. The plane had smelled funny, but then again, most planes did. And it wasn't too warm, so he'd passed out about an hour after takeoff. He remembered being poked awake for food of some sort, but then he'd fallen right back asleep again.
When they landed, he'd followed Yasmine off the plane, over to the baggage claim, and then looked around briefly for the people they might be meeting. When he heard someone calling Yasmine, he turned and looked in the direction of the voice. The two of them were a study in contrasts: the guy was huge and muscular, while the girl was short and slender. Conor waved and yawned hugely, accepting his coffee with a murmur of thanks. A quick flex of his fingers made the temperature more bearable for him, and he sipped at it greedily.
"Hello," he said, after a few big sips. "I'm Conor, since I don't think I've met you guys before. We're finally here, god, that flight was long."