Ah. So that's what's going on here. Local patrol? Dude's got to be even younger than him, at a guess...

Kanji lowers his blade, eyeing the new arrival - well, technically he's the new one here, but details - and gives a cordial nod. "Tatsumi. Here with the caravan," he explains, not entirely inclined to give the other any more details than he has to in a hurry. This isn't exactly a social call, after all.