He supposed that with such a set number of guests, it was inevitable that they'd run into someone. Sora rested his hand on his sister's shoulder as they entered the cafe, glancing over at the person who noticed them. He looked at Izaya quietly. Oh yeah, he vaguely remembered him, happily pelting Colonel Sanders with questions.

     "Yeah, that's about right," he replied, not bothering to specify which since he had the feeling the man knew perfectly well what the answer would be.