Ken opened his mouth to say something, but a quick flurry of notes from his pocket interrupted him. There was no hesitation as he pulled his phone from his pocket, frowning as he noticed the paging number. Glancing over at Mamoru, he dialed into his private mailbox, his grumpy face stilling into something that Mamoru had seen many times in the past. Business was business.

"I've got to gear up and head out in a few."