Thankfully, Hijikata was well used to Souji's behavior by now, otherwise he might have been a little put off by the way he got right up in his face like that. He arched an eyebrow, nut otherwise made no indication that he found the habit somewhat annoying. It was Souji. It was just how he was.

"I don't care. It's all the same to be." Foreigner, alien. It didn't matter. They weren't Japanese, and thus lacked sense until proven otherwise. He'd yet to be proven otherwise.

He ignored the remark about the ash. It would just turn into nagging about his smoking habit if he did. "No, they're fine." And truth be told, it wasn't really the bruises that hurt the most. As long as he didn't put pressure on them, they were only a dull ache compared to the less visible injuries he'd suffered from being thrashed around like that.