The relationship between Tohru Adachi and the members of the organization known as the Shadow Operatives was a shaky one at best. He’d never had any contact with them prior to the incident with Sho, but they’d had knowledge of the whole incident in Inaba on file before everything went to shit for a second time. So naturally, during the small encounters that they’d had during the P-1 Climax, they’d been distrustful and weary of him. Even now, trapped together in this wretched excuse for a city, he knew they were less then comfortable with him wandering about, despite the fact that he hadn’t made any moves against them or the city’s populace since arriving.
Fair enough, Adachi thought. In a situation as messed up as this, a convicted murderer with his kind of power was the last person you wanted lose track of. And he didn’t feel any particular desire to try and better their opinion of him. No, as long as they didn’t try and get in his way, he was perfectly fine with this kind of relationship.
Of course, that uneasy, neutral ground wouldn't stop him from bestowing upon them his usual spiel of mockery and trash talking. In fact, he rather enjoyed provoking them and the Investigation Team specifically. Even with the war for Hive City’s soul raging on, his attitude didn’t waver.
“So you were brought here too, huh? Man, if those scientists really wanted Lady Kirijo’s Persona users that badly, what’re they dicking around taking their time for?...Whatever. Uhhhhh...Huh...Uh, which one were you again? ‘The Mighty Strikeout Slugger?’ I can’t remember all that well...”