[ It's a fair assessment, if a little outdated. That kind of work had once been his, and he certainly hasn't been fighting now. Whether he can isn't relevant at the moment. Of immediate relevance is the unexpected generosity of this man. Unexpected, but perhaps not excessively strange. Eclectic though the mix of those who seem to have "arrived" today, there's sense in looking after one another. And because Nanami has not been studying him, he hasn't made any assumptions of his own, and looking now, refrains.

— or, if he would have assumed anything, it would be that the guy didn't seem the type to want company at a tavern. It seems he would have assumed incorrectly. Now he is staring, expression neutral, going blank.

Nanami's willpower is formidable. Self-control, suppression of want and feeling in favor of the measured and rational. Having refused food and drink to this point, choosing cautious observation even as his stomach began to gnaw at itself, even as the temptation of a drink neared heady, he does feel himself waver. A little early for that, perhaps, but then, he isn't on the clock, though it feels like he should be, even as it feels like he couldn't possibly be. And by early, it's less a matter of time, and more a matter of giving in.

As he considers, in the meantime, all this staring has brought to his attention something increasingly bothersome. ]

Maybe. First, a man of your ability should know how to treat a bloody nose. Take that thing out of your nose, then lean forward, head up. Pinch your nose here—

[ actually demonstrating, thumb and index finger pressed against his nose, just above the nostrils, ]

— and hold the cloth under to gather any continued bleeding. Perhaps the tavern will have ice, too.

[ Basic, and more than basic, first aid knowledge had been essential in his second profession. ]