ruminate on these stones

Hattori did have rather stern sensibilities, but he wasn't overly offended. At least not to a degree that the loner ought to feel concerned about, he wasn't about to maul her for speaking her mind-even if he didn't quite understand how it worked. He paid her apology little heed as he felt it unnecessary and instead pondered on her name. An odd one. Hattori knew it to be a word in the common tongue, but it seemed...rather abstract, no?

"You are right to be wary, I would think you a fool if you were not. My name is Hattori, Kaicho of the Tojo clan." He regarded her a moment longer, her coat like sand on a beach, a softness to it as though the grains sodden with sea water. The tide rolling in slowly. "Where are you from then?"