It's been a little while since that curious and completely unexpected encounter with the NOL the other day. Ragna learned some things he really feels conflicted about, but at the same time, it was valuable info all the same. On the other hand... there was the mystery of that weirdo girl who was bleeding all over the place and pleading for him of all people on this green earth to help her. ...Yeah, he didn't get it. But in any case, that was but a detour.

      His real objective hasn't changed. Be that as it may, though, he's still got a lay a bit low, let the heat die down. And so... AND SO....

      Ragna the Bloodedge can be found sitting in a chinese restaurant, a lunch spread before him as he casually eats among the crowd of like-minded guests. Not a soul seems to have noticed at the SSSSSSSSSSSS whatever class criminal was in their midst.

      Good.

    On the other hand the NOL IS on the lookout for the rather infamous Bounty Target for more than a few reasons right now. The presence of a 0th Division member being called in just to track down the perpetrator of an assault on an NOL officer, and being directed to the presence of the infamous Bloodedge in the city as a possible witness? Tsubaki Yayoi is not one to do things in a sloppy manner. Though, normally she would be about in a uniform that wouldn't draw attention, the cloaked figure was moving through Southtown when she recieved the notification. A man matching Ragna the Bloodedge's description had been spotted.

     The doors to the cafe opened, and the masked imposing figure in white cloak with gold trim slides into the cafe. Pausing to talk with a hostess, before the masked face turns to the indicated seat. Tsubaki moving across the resteraunt and no doubt causing chatter to cease as she passes.

     "Excuse me sir, but you match the description of someone I'm looking for." The voice calm, exuding professionalism and authority, but not a violent intent. Yet. Though the outfit may just be off putting.

      Son of a bitch.

      Ragna pauses, just scant inches from bringing a piece of general tso's chicken into his mouth. "......." He sighs and closes his eyes. One deep breath is taken, and then he calmly shoves it in his mouth and chews. "Can this wait until *after* I finish eating? I swear to god, you people are the goddamn worst."

      And then he scoops up some rice and shoves that in his mouth next. "Always barging in at the worst damn moments. Like effing roaches." He swallows, and then grabs his glass of iced tea, slowly sipping that, even while all becomes quiet. After all, some weirdo cloaked figure is here. Southtown is weird, but people still stop to look at stuff like this.

     Tsubaki wrinkled her nose at that crude response, thankful the mask can help keep her reactions out of sight for this. "I would hope you would come peacefully if I allow such." She rests her hand on the seat across from Ragna, beginning to ease it out, "May I sit? If you answer some questions I could perhaps be convinced to looking the other way at your presence here for now." Certain individuals need not know she used this approach, carrot and stick. Perhaps the man could be convinced to at least divulge what he knows on her true target. If she likes what she hears. If the man opts for stick? Well...force was not outside the question.