Togusa supposes there's no knowing the difference now that he's a plainclothes officer, but he hopes he doesn't look official. If anything, he looks tired. The sun is almost all the way down, and he knows that he is going to get that unnatural burst of energy soon.

Togusa has been keeping his head low, looking at the ground, but he turns and looks directly at James when his name gets called, and- there it is again. He doesn't know what expression he gets, but he is too tired to hide the flinch, the surprise.

Wait. But it's James.

"James." Suddenly focused as if he had just found someone he had been looking for. He is averting his eyes, looking lower to catch James in his peripheral vision instead. "Do you have a minute? Can we talk?"