[He makes a sound caught somewhere between amusement and weariness and sits back a little in his seat. Again, Shi-hyun glances to Vic.]

How clever.

[Again, he's void of emotion. The words are neither a compliment or an insult. Shi-hyun sips again at his drink.]

If you insist on talking, I will ask; what business do you have that makes you carry a weapon in clear sight?