Dan turned up as Stefan impressed upon him the true grandeur of his invitation to this war council. The look that briefly flashed over his face could best be described as "senpai has noticed me," wide eyed and overawed, but he quickly composed himself. "Y-y-yes, of course. My, but I hadn't even considered..."

It was a good thing normal etiquette was being suspended. It seemed as though the only real rule her was to be polite. Dan could handle that. He had extensive practice with being polite, but as the group were about to start moving suddenly someone shouted the name of one of their guides.

Dan turned and looked to see a newcomer rapidly approaching, dressed like Sir Shizuo. A samurai. Dan thought back to his mental map of the world as he new it, and how far Istanbul was from Japan. He presumed that they could have samurai in Constantinople in this world through some strange fluke of history, but considering they had a moogle riding along atop their hat the chances were better that they were from another world like he was. The moogle had been the one that had shouted for the Sargent of the Imperial Guard, and the distress in it's voice was obvious. 

The Sargent, though this addition was unexpected from the way he spoke of them, was...unmoved. It wasn't stoicism, at least not in a way Dan had ever seen it. He just kind of brushed them aside in his mind and started talking about the heartless. Like their clear urgency was unimportant.

Dan turned away from the guide and shouted back as the two approved. "What's the matter? Is someone hurt?"