"Don't touch anything. Please.", - it's so strange to hear him politely asking for something, even though there are no emotions on Sano's face at all. The guy scratched his head, holding a cigarette with his lips. He is so immersed in the process of working with a motorcycle that he can barely control the fact that a girl touches something in his workshop.

"I asked you not to touch anything. Do I need to repeat this twice?" he asked in a more stern tone, sighing. The process was delayed.