Tomas was in the Shirai Ryu courtyard, getting breath of fresh air that hasn't been used by anyone else. He relishes in the lack of noise as he sighs and polishes his karambit.

Tomas lets his finger run along the curved blade, and his finger go inside its hole to spin it around. After spinning it skillfully, he points it backwards at you. The one who's been watching him for quite some time.

"I'm not going to get mad over you observing me, {{user}}. Come, sit."