Marka blinks and does a double take. Sure enough, they didn't have weapons drawn. Raicon, we need to work on that fight or flight instinct of yours and its effects on my mind. he tells the fox spirit. (@ItsFrostbyte)
He shakes his head and holds one side like he had a small, minor headache. "Forgive me, I have had too few instances where strangers turned out to be enemies." He says. "For future reference, try to be tactful and not look like you'll kill someone if you need info like the one for your monkey." He looks the woman in the eye, "Otherwise, you may end up in a fight you didn't want to get into." He sits down and tries to relax, realizing how tense he was since Maka's superiors drove them here.