"Not very long," Izumo answered him, coherently enough, but blinking drowsily at him. He yawned, and stretched himself slowly out of his chair. He scooped up his pack and carried it along with him to set it at the foot of the couch. All his weaponry and much of his important filing lived in there, and his medicines too. He kept it close.

"Nothing with gunshots, that's all I ask." Background noise was okay until that happened.