"Hm..." Yoro thought. "Well, we really have four choices as far as I can see; teach the others English, teach the new guys Japanese, interpret for one side or the other, or leave both sides alone and have them work out a way to communicate." He fixed himself a drink from the fridge; fruit punch. He always had fruit punch when he was depressed. "As for your other question... no. But I think you know what information you can or cannot divulge. I had Takahiro tell the others, but..." He sighed. "Can't really trust Tak to do something when I only ask him once. I love that guy like he's my brother, but... well, you know Tak." He scratched his head. "Um... but yeah." He looked at his phone, then bowed slightly to Nagi and Youhei. "Excuse me, I need to make another call." He turned and dialed another number. "Yes, I need a limo. Mhm. Seven thirty. Iwatodai. It's the large, red dormitory. Can't miss it. Yeah, that's the one. Thank you." He hung up. "I will have a limo arriving in a couple hours. I have... plans. Ahem." He put his phone up. "Mind... uh... passing me your flask?" He paused. "Just don't tell the others." He turned to Nagi. "I trust I have your silence as well?"