Now he was stationed in Stella and was part of the group tasked with finding the various resistance cells that still existed in this god forsaken country and 'capture' them so that they could be put to work in the mines of the Bastard. It wasn't something that Seika personally could get behind, as Sol always dictated that all men, and women, were free underneath it's loving gaze. However, a job was a job, and they had so much work to do now.
Grunting, he'd flag down the waitress and order himself a drink and a sandwich, his patience was almost saintly after dealing with that zealot Tempris and her adoration to that false Divine Brunhild. He also knew Shichiro and knew the man to be pretty prompt. The only reason he wasn't here now was because Seika had actually arrived much earlier than the time they had agreed on, if only to scope the place out and ensure no rebels would be dining with them that afternoon.
Sighing to himself, the man would lean back in his booth and close his eyes for a bit.