Togusa pulls back, startled, but as soon as he sees what is happening, he realizes he shouldn't have expected anything different at all. He heaves a sigh at the same time as Dante, just a breath out while he shoves his gun back in the holster.

"Me?" Togusa shakes his head, looks up at Dante in some disbelief. "You could've taken him." Blunt. "You've gotten even better since August." He dusts his hands off and stands up. "Or maybe that's what you always looked like when you haven't been through three weeks of crap first."

"Any guesses on who it was?" Sorry, his thoughts are still on the information they didn't get.