Eyes don't flicker up when she steps in; his nose can already identify her. Only Kido uses that perfume. Normally, he would identify her by her footsteps. But those are different.

"So do you growing kids. Even gang leaders," he replies, not looking up. She has seen war. He knows it. Her voice, her step—he has heard variations of this ever since he joined the military. "I hope you'll keep that in mind the next time we're called to a battlefield."