Shizuo's muttering and pacing didn't stop for a while; in fact they seem to increase in speed and volume until suddenly his fist shot out and smashed into a nearby decorative plant pot. Amazingly, the pot doesn't go flying through the air and crash into some unsuspecting shopper, but it does shatter down one side and send a cascade of potted dirt all over the floor and Shizuo's feet.

"... Shit."

Shizuo's hand tangled in his hair, and tugged once before letting out a sigh. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out his cigarettes and started to light one before it even registered someone was calling his name. He glanced around, one of his hands clicking his lighter against the end of his cigarette, and he pauses when he spots Kasuga.

Unlike her, Shizuo doesn't really have the memory for names... voices... sometimes faces, especially given the first time he'd seen her she was a bladed weapon. So his face remained pretty blank.

"... Ah?" Pause. Blink. "Oh. Everything's fine."

The broken pot and scattered earth clearly shows this is a lie.

"... Sorry. Who're you?"