Airwin stood up with a smile, he wore his full-length black MERN coat with its polished niranium buttons, standard-issue boots, and a rather fashionable gentleman's hat that he had found matched when he was in Kyoto. He would have worn a traditional robe, but he didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb on the train. A few more experimental outfits were in the duffle bag, along with one of his Aest Vyrdi robes. "Finally, to meet you in person is refreshing Kinoshita Fusako," he said, a solemn nod followed. He accepted the gift with a smile, then opened his duffle bag. He handed her what looked to be a very fancy bottle, colored and stylized by hand looking almost like it held a nebula within its contents the way the glass was blown to capture the light. "A bottle of Chaclle; it might be one of the last of our seed vaults aren't recovered from our distant home," he said with careful wording, "I wish to thank you for the invitation, it was good to come to see this place - I have to admit, the climate is very much to my liking. As I said, one of my Uncles is on Jiyuu, and he finds the place dreadfully hot," he said, following up on what he had stated in his letter.
"I hope this day finds you well, I'm sure the campaign trail is keeping you busy?" he asked, curious to learn more in person from what he had already researched through the public networks. "I must apologize in advance if I find little interest in some themes of the political climate, it is hard to go from running across space fleeing extinction to such comfortable surroundings," he said in sincerity, a slight bow of his form forwards as he struggled to put what he wanted to say from Nira'las to trade, the lack of vesper link had a way of making things seem empty to him, that missing obviously projected emotion lacked context.
His slender tipped ears twitched within the short threads of his dark blue hair, he couldn't help but note the smell of the internal combustion engine. He reached into his pocket and discretely placed the small bullet-shaped selective membrane filters into his nostrils that would not only filter out the scent of the exhaust but would reduce the amount of atmospheric oxygen just a little more below standard, enough to keep his lungs from feeling they were on fire.