Anotsu made sure he gave Gren enough warning of his approach by plodding through the sand louder than a herd a water buffalo. Not that he'd been all that keen on company; he had come down to fume a bit over his talk (Hatsumi had insisted on calling it "interview") at the dojo, maybe kick some sand, find some place to work off his anger - but he found himself walking over on impulse.

"Good day, Gren-san," he said, still in formal mode.