"He isn't rejecting it right away," Clara observes next to her friend, looking hopeful and anxious.

She seems to be right. The man again, grunts, as he considers the offer in total silence. Clara looks over at Heiji and smiles at him apologetically, wishing she had remembered to bring this up during their walk as seconds stretch to a minute and then a minute and a half.

"...Henrique," he finally says, his expression never changing but his voice becoming a touch more gentle. If that could be heard. "Hello."

He holds out a hand for Heiji to shake if he wants to.