Neither had any visible weapons, but one of them took up a perfect position for covering fire anyway. The second approached the driver's side. Scott powered down the window and gave the guard a formal nod. "Konichi-wa, " the driver said, then went on in Japanese faster than my limited comprehension could match. I heard Tokudaiji-sama once, and my own name—I think—a couple of times, but beyond that I couldn't make any sense of it.