As soon as Mike greeted him, Niikura slowed to a stop, pausing to shake out his feet and roll his shoulders a few times before walking over to the shorter man with his lunch in hand.

"Hey," he said, and unlike usual, the word hung in the air for a few moments as he tried to find an appropriate way to get this conversation going. Admittedly, this was even harder than that one breakfast where he'd found out that Mike was actually a giant, humanoid turtle. At least then, his anger and worry had given him enough fuel to overcome his brain-to-mouth filter. This time, all he could feel was this sort of sluggish reluctance to talk.

Because really, what more could he say other than "We failed"?

"I haven't...heard anything yet from her." Okay, and there was that too.