Izaya said nothing while Mikado floundered, and Mikado finally just took to watching him set up the board. The shock was wearing off, and honestly, maybe he should have expected the one expected least. As... much sense as that made. It would go hand in hand with this place so far, at least. The man smiled over at him, and Mikado was reminded of the first time they had come into contact suddenly. The helpful grin and wild laughter, one after the other.

"...Okay," he finally replied, reaching out to straighten the white king that had fallen over. "I don't... Know anything fancy but I know the basic movements." More or less. There were some techniques he had watched in others, but whether or not he could duplicate them and at the correct moment... Basically, this was probably a loss from the start, and anyway, he had no idea why Izaya was even here.

He hesitated asking. Both of Izaya's presence and the details of this place. Not yet, maybe. If there was anything Mikado knew of the man, and that in itself wasn't much, it was that when Izaya had something to say, he would say it. If there was something beneficial to know, the man would likely share.

Maybe. Hopefully. Mikado would probably end up asking if the other remained in cheerful passivity.