The older man does startle her, his soft voice not withstanding and Aki jumps slightly in her seat as he approaches her, too lost in her own train of thought to notice him approaching. Smiling hesitantly, she nods her head in greeting, accepting his words on surface-level for what they are, a comfort offered in all this unfamiliarity. She should be grateful, really, that he's only trying to help and really, she is. Grateful. He reminds her of her father, the way he'd always seek her out after a bad rehearsal or an even worse performance. He wouldn't say anything, he'd just sit down next to her and accept it. He always accepted it way faster than she did herself. Aki blinks. Feels the memories swarm her, won't she ever get to see him again? Him, mother or Natsumi? Tokyo. London. Even Aarhus...

"Thank you for your well-meaning words," she replies, finally. "I have absolutely no idea what this place even is."