Considering how things were before he'd wound up in this place, he'd immediately begun expecting this as soon as he learned these idiots are around. He hadn't exactly jumped into pleasantries with them, either, so he's been here long enough to get settled. And to discover he has no way of accessing the cognitive world. No weapons, no phone, nothing... Perhaps karma has decided to finally pay attention, or so a very quiet voice had whispered in the back of his mind at that time.
In any case, he does give this incredibly familiar girl a look of surprise. Surprise gives way to a short-lived smirk that's somewhere between wry and arrogant. While he is bitterly acknowledging that of course a member of his team would somehow be special in this world (Akira Kurusu gets whatever Akira Kurusu needs, even if it's through his fucking friends), he's determined not to show even an ounce of worry. Hell, why should he worry? These soft idiots don't have the guts to do any real damage to an unarmed person, and Futaba Sakura doesn't exactly have experience in fighting.
It's the little girl that reminds him he's supposed to be... working...
Her whimper has him glancing over at her in time to watch her take her brothers' by the hands and tug them behind a tree. Guess they're maybe not entirely idiots after all... His expression softens a little -- and, well, of course he'd be relieved. He doesn't want to have to explain anything to their parents. It's with a feigned look of concern, he folds his arms over his chest and asks in an unnecessarily calm tone, "Is something the matter? You seem a bit... stressed."
spoiler: rocks fall, everyone dies
In any case, he does give this incredibly familiar girl a look of surprise. Surprise gives way to a short-lived smirk that's somewhere between wry and arrogant. While he is bitterly acknowledging that of course a member of his team would somehow be special in this world (Akira Kurusu gets whatever Akira Kurusu needs, even if it's through his fucking friends), he's determined not to show even an ounce of worry. Hell, why should he worry? These soft idiots don't have the guts to do any real damage to an unarmed person, and Futaba Sakura doesn't exactly have experience in fighting.
It's the little girl that reminds him he's supposed to be... working...
Her whimper has him glancing over at her in time to watch her take her brothers' by the hands and tug them behind a tree. Guess they're maybe not entirely idiots after all... His expression softens a little -- and, well, of course he'd be relieved. He doesn't want to have to explain anything to their parents. It's with a feigned look of concern, he folds his arms over his chest and asks in an unnecessarily calm tone, "Is something the matter? You seem a bit... stressed."