Goemon knew he would have to watch for any action Galina might take. This was the end of it all, and someone of her caliber was unlikely to take it lying down. As the closer one to her, he would have to be quick to react if it came down to it, and he knew that fact without a doubt.

Yet still, after so long pulling strings and planting bribes, after a day of making sure everything would work, after a night of fast-paced conversation trying to remain one step ahead of his better... Goemon fell lax. His discipline slipped, smile widening as Galina took a moment to stare dumbly at Takahiro seated before her, allowing himself a moment of pleasure long denied.

And he paid for it with an elbow, swiftly delivered to the center of his chest.

He saw it coming at the last moment, immediately began moving, trying to lessen the impact and grab Galina's arm in the process. He succeeded -somewhat- in the first, sent stumbling back only a couple steps, staggered but still standing. 

Takahiro, however, had plenty of time to prepare, to compose himself for whatever might happen. He watched Galina carefully from the moment she appeared, predator observing prey, and reacted the instant he realized her choice.

As Galina threw her elbow into Goemon beside her, Takahiro was moving. Dropping the jar and snatching his cane from the floor, he stepped over the low table in the first of a series of rapid bounds. No limp was present in his leg now, the cane drawn back beside him, one hand gripping an end to point the other out in front. He surged forwards as Galina moved away, crossing distance quickly and, as soon as he saw he was close enough, driving that cane forwards as if it were his own fist.

If the cane had truly been of bamboo, it would have bent, had sprung away with barely any harm done. But it's exotic, wooden shell concealed heavy steel that did not bend, that instead drove into Galina's back, shoving her into the wall and allowing Takahiro the time he needed to fully catch up.

"Please- [i]Sit[/i]." Stepping forwards, Takahiro grabbed her by the shoulder, releasing the pin only to pull her back and shove her into the room she had tried to escape. He stepped in behind, Goemon finally coming to his senses and shutting the door, leaving the two master spies -Russian and Japanese- alone in the quarters.

"Have drink." He repeated again, pausing with a frown as he regarded the spilled bottle of sake and disrupted table. Staff -for it was more that than cane, truly- held at the ready, he stood in front of the closed door, watching for Galina's next move. "Or not. Try running again?"