"Ya gotta know when some American is disrespectin' ya, right?" Majima argues as he trails behind Katsuya. He's genuinely grateful at the opportunity to replenish his cigarettes; he's been leaning on them a lot to grease the wheels of Nexus conversations. His gratitude is such that he even spares Katsuya a polite "thanks, bud."

Majima does not, however, light his cigarette on the startling blue flame. He's too busy trying to keep his jaw from falling completely agape. "For fuck's sake, Suou-chan! Yer just full'a fun secrets! English and what? Pyrotechnics?"

He throws up his hands. "I'm startin' to think I'm the only motherfucker here who ain't got some bullshit super power."