Akira looked at the man with some apprehension. The taciturn look in his eyes betrayed the fact that he was serious about killing her if her answer was wrong. However, she did not intend to go down quietly or easily. Not after making the long journey.
She lifted the sword in her hand in defence even though it would probably not get her the best outcome in her current condition. She was tired, hungry and weighed down by her bag. Her speed would probably not be good enough to deal with bullets.
However, she stood firm.
"Who are you?" She asked.
The handsome man released the safety from his gun without hesitation. The chilly look in his eyes became even more intense when he heard her responding to his question in Japanese. Either he did not understand, or he was not taking kindly to the question about his identity.
Her bet was on the latter.