He'd be pissy and irritable because it was aggravatingly stupid for any of them to wander off on their own. Usually to accomplish stupid things, too. And excuse you, monkey.
But no, don't tell the monkey that. The Sanzo would have needed to kick Goku out of the room to get him to quit being so damned pleased with that kind of thing. He was about to kick Goku out of the room, anyway, if he kept being such a little shit about perfectly reasonable questions. The cigarette pack only worked slightly in his favour--which he caught, thank you very much.
Genjyo meant to prod her just a bit more for her family name (he had his suspicions), but Goku's sudden behaviour almost answered for him. He refit his assessment; she resembled Hakkai to a remarkable degree without actually looking like him, which was why she'd bothered him, initially. Which meant he'd been on the right track, and quite possibly been correct. Somehow. But her eyes weren't yellow and Hazel was gods knew where at the time, anyway. Which meant something damned miraculous had to have happened between the slaughter and the place being burnt to the ground.
Kanan, for her part, was more than a little confused by the look Goku was giving her. For a moment, she thought the Sanzo must have been giving her something similar, but he'd apparently turned his focus back onto his paper. What? What was going on? She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying not to let the sudden atmosphere shift get to her.
And nearly dropped her things a moment later.
"Sit down."
Kanan stared at the monk, bemused, as she tried to gather herself. 'Sit down'? He didn't even bother to look at her, just calmly folded his newspaper to set aside. Afterwards, reading glasses halfway down his nose, he turned his attention onto her properly, impassively, watching.
"Well?"
She didn't even hear the other exchange (like white noise or static, because that voice couldn't be) but did as told and set her things aside, trying not to draw attention to herself. Which, unfortunately, seemed to be fairly impossible once that voice came in. Her face burned, her eyes stung, and her gut went cold; she felt sick.
Genjyo lifted his teacup to peer into its remains.
"Goku, go ask the kitchen for another pot of tea and a pitcher of water." Stupid monkey did nothing wrong, but the whole thing was damned unlikely. If it'd been the Sanzo or Gojyo, they wouldn't be in this position, no. If it'd been Hakkai, it probably would've been a scene. Goku'd been the right person to find her, if it had to be anyone, as awkward as this was going to get. And it was going to get pretty awkward, judging by the way Kanan fisted her skirts.
Her knuckles went white as Hakkai stared, called her name. She answered mutely with a nod. A moment later, she smiled--unsure, guilty, helpless--and her voice came out paper-thin and just as sturdy.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?"
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