"I haven't been paying that much attention to that part of the whole thing," Haruto admits, plucking at his coat cuff. "There were more, uh, pressing matters, at the time. They hijacked it, didn't they?"

He hasn't missed the momentary change in Oriko's expression, and he shifts his gaze to Nitoh, mouth quirking. Figured he'd manage not to piss her off. "Sounds like we're getting some details out of it, though, right? You don't screw up like this and not pay for it." He pulls at the bag of donuts, pulling at the edges of the top until the wrinkled parts flatten out.