Satoru looked down at is handiwork, nodding to himself. At first, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty about injuring him like that. But when he thought about the kinds of things this man had probably done to innocents and the losses of life that he had probably taken part in, he decided to drop it. After all, this is Besides, it wasn't like he had killed him. And the tear in his leg would be easy enough for any doctor to help heal since the shard he had fired was very small and would disappear soon. Besides, hand to hand combat without using his powers was not something he was particularly used to doing. Though he supposed that he would have to get used to in on his pirates' journey. 

Satoru turned his attention across the room, where the man he had seen before, who had had two other people walk up to his table, called out to them. He had a point, he supposed. "Down," he murmured, removing what little glass coating he still possessed on his fingertip. And this would definitely be his best chance at joining a crew and getting off of the island in a timely manner. And so, he nodded. But first, he had business to attend to. He walked over to the bar and pulled out a small letter from his back pocket. He set it down on the inside of the bar where it would be easy for the bartender to discover once he regained consciousness and set his glass down on top of the letter to keep it weighed down. The folded sheet of paper had "PLEASE DELIVER TO MARINE COMMANDER HIKARI" written on the front.

With that, he nodded and closed the note again, turning away and making his way toward the exit as well, though he made sure to keep an eye on his surroundings. The last thing he needed was to be attacked again so soon. Especially now that he didn't have the glass in his hand...