[His head bobs, blinking down to the pamphlets once more and then back up at the stranger.]

So they hand these out to give a good impression? How many of them are actually informative?

[It's hard to tell whether he's upset by this, or if he just has a resting scowl on his lips. Either way, it hasn't gone away yet, and when he talks the fangs are noticeable. Even his eyelids have a streak of red off to the side of each eye, apparently either part of his face or just really sturdy makeup.

The news, however, does earn a soft 'Tch-', barely audible. He didn't book any time off, and that lazy Enma isn't going to get any work done without him.]

The god of the fog?... Can I go speak to them? I have a lot to do when I get back.

[His face hasn't changed one bit, but one hand is stretching as if preparing to punch something.]