Well, it's not like there's really any room to hide, either. Shrike tilts his head in the direction of the door and says, "I don't think there's anyone else even actively living in Shibuya at the moment. The next closest real person is probably the Akira in Shinjuku who seems to live at that bar." He knows the Akiras have codenames now, but he still needs to sit down with which is which, apparently.

He turns towards his counterpart with a smile that's more genuine than Akechi standard and says, "Make yourself at home. I think this is the first time either of us have ever actually had anyone else here."