"My mother would agree with that part anyway," Jaime said with a laugh. The rest though, that sounded ominous. "Why would they do something like that?" he asked cautiously. He didn't think Okita really meant it to be intimidating or a warning, at least not yet anyway. And Jaime was curious about the story behind that statement; it might be something worth knowing about on the off chance he ended up on the club's bad side. While the Scarab gave him a definite advantage in a fight, knowing about his enemies was always worth the effort.

Okita finished with one plant and made to reach for another. Jaime started to move out of his way, but stopped as the whisper reached his ears. Definitely interesting, but without more information it could just have easily been only talk. Saying you had something that might be important didn't really mean much, when you got down to it.

Thinking it over a bit while Okita talked, Jaime pulled a plant over to himself and began meticulously pulling out the weeds. Just like helping out around home, he thought with a pang of longing. No, there'd be time for that later, he reminded himself. Homesickness wasn't going to help much here.

"It answers part of it," he began, "but it raises more. Like what kind of 'extreme methods' are we talking about?"