It’s all Greek to me

To find Theory out this way brought a frown to Hattori's features, slight and muted but present nonetheless. He turned to address the Headmistress with due respect, form loose enough with his tail hanging still between his legs. It felt as though it had been forever since he'd pressed down into a proper, reverent bow, the motion so foreign he knew he would never commit it again. He could do a polite nod though and was quick to grant one in Theory's direction.

Despite her connections to Sparrow, Hattori felt no need to put up defensive walls around the Destruction wolf. She had always worn her heart on her sleeve, too readily if you asked Hattori, but that was neither here nor there. For what Theory showed too much, Hattori did too little.

"Greetings Headmistress." He responded in turn, stepping a little closer as he mimicked her somewhat formal greeting. He imagined his accent and intonations were worse than before, but it was a given considering who he'd associated himself with as of late. "You are far from Abaven. Why?" He didn't intend to sound so accusatory, like he was about to shove her back against the Runestones and demand answers, but that was just how he was these days, he supposed.