Milostrad wasn't stupid; there was something off about this man. That innate sense of alarm ran off in the male's mind; but he breathed out, and let nothing bother him. Many of the chattering humans were actually phased out by the male, not out of heartlessness but rather as a means of protection. His silver-green gaze, much like the unusual shade of his hair, were simply waiting. Now, if one wanted to play a waiting game with Milostrad, eventually he would win. Why? Because his patience was unlimited; in a way, it was almost impossible to wait out the male. He wasn't a persistent stalker either; but he wasn't someone that would just give up despite the lack of a quick response. So he stood there, hands in his jacket's pockets, waiting for the male to answer the question and tap he had offered. For Milostrad, that was no big deal; waiting was a part of life in fact. But the male turned around, and offered the male a smile he knew well; the sort of smile that people wore to cover up their annoyance, in order to be proper. That was the type of people that hid their true selves, and were unable to be blunt with their feelings; that or they were angling for a certain purpose to themselves, entirely losing who they were.. or rather, trying to hide the darkness they had. The human's eyes flickered to the man, taking in his suit, and the very unique hat, he had forgotten it's name, and then the features. Green hair, slitted eyes that had a gleam of green; and that fake smile.
The male didn't even acknowledge the statement; or rather showed no outward sign of it, as he simply turned on his heel, and made his way towards the door. However, he had the decency to move his head towards which exit he would take, as a warning sign. The chatter boxes would keep talking, but male just let his strides be slow and steady; he didn't want to seem like he was rushing after all. His hand pushed on the door, and suddenly a rush of fresh but polluted air flew out towards him. He eased out a breath; even though it was so full of smells he had never thought of smelling in Japan, this air wasn't so bad. The male had taken the door to the back alley, since it was the best of places; with enough ground room to maneuver, but not enough to use wider weapons, it made it a spot that Milostrad could use if it got bad. The male still had his hands in his jacket pockets, as he leaned under the only lamp that was out in the alley. Some of his hair fell over one eye, as he waited, letting that patience factor play again. Once the other had come, if they did come to the alley with him, the male would push himself off the alleyway wall, and just tilt his head. ''I was supposed to meet someone. Their cover was an engagement to be done soon. He's late. Know anything about them? If not, know anything about a red-haired girl, named Mikazuki.''
That was all he wanted; however, Milostrad knew.. that something was off. Possibly why he had isolated them from others; to centralize what that feeling was.. and to take whatever measures he needed just in case.