_{[ tick, tack, the distinctive sound of Kuja's boots touching down on the solid, paved street. Andy's got enough situational awareness Kuja's usual 'descend from the roof behind you at random' trick isn't too startling, right? ]}

Here you are. Everyone's a little more scarce on the streets, of late, I'd worried I might not be able to find you.

_{[ In time, anyway. ]}

...If your... itinerary is in order, you may know already what I am here to talk about.

_{[ ...it'll be on March 31st he dies, this time, if he doesn't somehow hold himself together. ]}