[ The old man glances back at the Trenchies scurrying off. All bark, no bite. He thinks with a bitter taste. As his attention turns back on the girl, the old man's expression softens. ]

I understand. They aren't worth the fight. I'm sure you could easily take them on.

[ The old man's voice hushes to a whisper. ]

That's why they are afraid. Sleepers have abilities these folks don't have. They act out of ignorance and fear.

[ The old man returns to a level volume. He casts a sympathetic glance. ]

My name is Sato. If you need anything, just let me know.

[ He gives a sincere smile. ]

Even if that means just talking and listening.