Majima peers above the milling crowd -- spotting some familiar faces peppered throughout. What's so good over here, hm? Maybe a fight broke out?

No. His nostrils flare. Food. Even better. He's been keeping the purse strings tight lately, so he's not about to pass up a free meal.

In short order, he's got a pastry stuffed in his mouth, a mug of coffee in one hand, and a plate piled high with animal protein in the other.