"I know, I know... I still feel I have to protect her," Shiro commented as he flicked his wrist a few times as it looked like he was swatting a fly. Then his attention was drawn on "twitchy". He just did not trust this guy. And when he made it more clear he was no mansion mutant, that just made him that more suspicious. He continued to stare Quicksilver down as he took a huge swig of his drink. At Pietro's response, Shiro jerked his chin up, "That may be true, depending on your..ara... perspective." He didn't really trust a lot of humans. After all, it was human gangs that passed him around like cattle. 'I'll trade you my mutant for 1 billion yen' that sort of thing.
"Whatever your questions are, the answer is no..." Shiro replied in a cold tone. His cigarette at that moment was out so he put it out and took another. He lit it, like he did before, with his little parlor trick as Aurora liked to call it. He did it this time, partly because he wanted to make a subtle statement. I can produce plasma, so don't mess with me.
When Aurora offered his name, he suddenly got rather defensive, "You can't call me Shiro. It's either Yoshida or Sunfire." He knew in America, using first names was common but at home, people only used your first name if they were familiar with you. Giving Pietro permission to call him Shiro was an intimate gesture and he didn't particularly like this individual. "Long Island Iced Tea," he answered as he took another sip of his drink. He could feel it slowly coming on him. As Pietro asked to join them, Shiro looked at Aurora before returning a small glare to Quicksilver. "It's up to Aurora..."