Noboru was perfectly fine standing on his own, taking in the look of the room. It was all very different from Yamatai, with more angular and bulky structures than graceful, arcing curves. He was completely unaware when Kokuten walked in, and the guy caught him off guard. The hair-triggered security guard almost turned and jabbed the medic right in the face with a heavy fist, but instead nodded in his general direction as he responded. "Well, I'm definitely not here for the refreshments." Noboru grinned, walking over to Kokuten.
"I think I've seen you around... Kokuten, right?" Noboru extended a hand for a shake. "Akio Noboru, Cirrus Station Security." He looked over at the garbage can and looked carefully, eventually catching a thin wisp of smoke rising from the top of the can. Sniffing a bit, he scented ash and cigar smoke on the Chiaki- slight, but not undetectable. "Err, Kokuten, I don't mind your cigar habits, but..." He looked at the station doorway, scanning around a bit.
"If Cassifin catches you with one of those she'll gut you like a fish and hang your entrails from the hangar railing like... What's the phrase you use in Nepleslia? 'Stockings on Lewis Pasco Day'? Yeah, that sounds about right."