Takahiro watched Galina carefully, for a while not moving in the slightest himself. He noted her motions as she sat down where he had been only moments before, carefully re-organizing the settings he had so recently disturbed. He listened to her words, recognized the subtle twitches and rising flush without making motion of his own. He watched a moment longer as she finished talking. Then, finally, he moved himself.

"No worry." He spoke softly, stepping forwards to seat himself across the table from Galina. He rested his staff nearby, end resting just on the table's edge, ready to grab should the need arise. Reaching for the jug, his features softened somewhat when he realized how much still remained, and began to pour. "Just want to talk. If goes well, we leave, you and Klara stay, no one's hurt..."

"...More than already." Filling both cups, Takahiro took the closer one to his lips, drawing a small sip before placing it before Galina and taking the other for himself. His eyes fell meaningfully to her shoulder, though he stopped himself just before asking if his strike from earlier had done anything lasting. It wasn't the time or scenario for concern.

And she would likely take it for taunting at this point, anyways.

"Our...conversation before, was cut short. But had to be, didn't it?" A small sigh escaped his lips, Takahiro taking the moment to take a slightly longer sip than before from his cup. "We wanted same thing, then. Didn't we?"