[Takasugi's eye wandered over everyone who passed in, or out, of the hotel. He didn't linger, and he didn't make note to remember each flushed face or stern brow that passed the threshold.
A face he recognized, however, brought his hand to his pipe, fingers wrapping around the stem.] I see I've chosen the right hotel. [A gathering of people who regarded Leith in bitter taste in a venue that celebrated it was rather odd.
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A face he recognized, however, brought his hand to his pipe, fingers wrapping around the stem.] I see I've chosen the right hotel. [A gathering of people who regarded Leith in bitter taste in a venue that celebrated it was rather odd.
Unless there was something they wanted inside.]