[Great. Naoya just folds his arms and waits - he's not going to hide. Hiding wouldn't get him anywhere. The coach gets a raised eyebrow from him, especially because of those bird things, and... ah. She looks regal, which in his experience means she's got a stick up her ass.]

[Wonderful.]

[The woman addresses him and he just laughs humorlessly.]

Ahaha... no. You're worried about Joshua, are you? Tell me of the situation. We're... friends.

[Sort of?]

And how are you going to decipher a poem with those... well. No offense meant to your men, but none of them look like scholars.