Now that things had fallen back in the realm of little-to-no sense, Mihai turned his head to take another look around. This time he saw a familiar unruly head of hair, though it might not be worth hoping that Haine had been of much help. Mihai still knew little about him, after all.

"We're friends." She hadn't reacted to Mihai's name, so it was probable Renamon wasn't involved with the mafia or it's disputes. Even if she was, few would be bold enough to go after anyone Mihai considered anything beyond acquaintance. And even Badou had an impressive reputation, until a person got too good a look at his methods. Turning back to Renamon, Mihai tried to confirm what bothered him most. "You're sure it's been that long? I seem to have a rather large gap in my memory." He again laughed, though his amusement was at himself. "I'm really feeling my age today, it seems."