Q strolled into the Tokyo headquarters with a distinguished stride, paying no mind to the receptionist's greeting. He simply looked along the walls for a map, but when he saw that they were too cluttered with announcements and public safety information he reluctantly resorted to asking for directions. He flashed his ID card and said curtly, "4D," tapping his foot impatiently as the girl scrutinized the card as if she knew what they were supposed to look like. Soon -- but not soon enough -- a look of realization dawned on her and she quickly provided Q with the directions. "Oh yes, you can take the elevator there, and the conference room will be down the hall." Q proceeded without a "thank you" and eventually came to the room where he hoped he would find some people worth talking to.

He opened the door and saw two young men, perhaps only a bit younger than himself, sitting at the table. One appeared to be dressed properly, but the other... well, he just hoped that his intellect had more to offer than his fashion sense. "Good day gentlemen," he said as he took a seat and set a briefcase down on the table in front of him, which was primarily filled with documentation on all of the suspected Kira victims thus far. He spoke in Japanese because, well, when in Rome right? But, although he could communicate just fine in the language he was still a bit shy of fluidity, and he really only knew textbook Japanese. Hopefully, his time in the country would remedy that. He was certain that there would be more than just three people on this case, so he figured they would be waiting for a bit while the others arrived. He stretched his back, and then took out a small leather-bound notebook and pen from the pocket of his coat. "Please excuse me. I trust it will be a few minutes before the others arrive, but I get anxious if I let my mind idle for too long." He opened up the book and wrote down "Nc6," then appeared to be in thought. "By all means speak freely though. Having distractions makes good practice."