Once he hears her voice, his chopsticks are down, pasta abandoned, and Sojiri is out of his chair, turning around.

"Futaba." Something in him still pangs with worry seeing her in such a crowded space, but she's smiling, so he does to. "Well, I'll have to fix -hey!"

The smack smarts a little, making him chuckle and rub his arm. Has she gotten stronger too? "Kidnapped? We're not in somebody's heart, or whatever it is you kids do?"