The newspaper that unfolds in his hands doesn't get more than the usual blank stare from him as he reads the pages. Absorbing the information, Nanami reaches for the cup of tea on the table besides him, bringing the hot liquid to his lips. The brewed beverage having just the right temperature, still hot but not so much that it burns as it slides down his throat.

His eyes flick over the top of the paper as he hears the door to the lounge opening, a curious look in his eyes as he raises a brow.