Zach was actually rather confused about the festivities going on outside, but decided that he might as well join in the fun rather than stay inside on a holiday. Was it a holiday? He had no clue really, on his way out of the lobby he asked an attendant what all the hubbub was about outside and they explained it was some festival about bonding. His first thought was to return back to his room and collect his holdout piece, but thought better of it. The boss did say that the country was famous for being a really peaceful country ever since it modernized, and technically the guns in his room were illegal to own, but the hotel knew better than to go through his things. Still he kept his Sgian Dubh in his boot just incase shenanigan's occurred. Peaceful or not, he knew stories of the Yakuza, and had seen more than a few bad action movies. He dressed relatively nicely, a form fitting black T-shirt tucked into his favorite black dress pants, and the least scuffed combat boots he owned. On his way out he thanked whatever fae weirdness made him an unknown, last thing he'd want to deal with is someone getting too aggressive for a lay.

Out on the streets he noted that other than the fact he was foreign; he fit in pretty well so far. He took his time to take in some sights, eat some local cuisine, enjoy some street performers show off their tricks. All in all he was having a relatively fun, but confusing time. He really didn't know what to look for or where to go so he was mostly just wandering around town with some wonder. Once it started getting late he was considering heading back to his room when he heard a child asking their parents about when the "Būmu's" would start. After a moment of thinking about that he figured they probably meant fireworks and thought about it. It's been a while since he's seen a good fireworks display that wasn't made of demo charges or aimed at him. That and he could do to get out of the massive crowds for a little bit.

After a quick reference to a map on his phone he found a nice park a short distance away that he figured would be a good place to sit back and relax on a hill or something relatively high. It took a bit longer than he quite expected to get to the park due to all of the foot traffic but eventually he made it, but sadly most of the higher spots were taken and he settled for sitting on a railing and watching the sky for the coming Būmu as he learned. Without really thinking about it he mused aloud to himself with a bit of a half smirk, "Hard to imagine sometimes that rockets aren't always meant for damage." He then looked down the hill and a part of him worried about his head rolling down and he stood back a bit.

Zach blinked as he heard the woman beside him speak up, he'd been mostly in his own head and hadn't really expected to be addressed like that. Honestly so far tonight he'd been suspecting he might not get hit on at all by anyone given his lack of a scent and the lack of interest the locals had given him so far. He looked and sized her up in an instant out of habit more than an intent to check her out. She was an attractive young woman in a Kimono, but didn't look like she was native; slender but lean enough to work out an issue or two if he had to guess. European decent and if he had to guess probably from the UK, but he couldn't be sure as he wasn't the most familiar with how foreign accents sound in Japanese just yet. All that considered she looked almost natural in her Kimono and her grin put him at a bit of ease.

He inhaled to respond to her rather forward greeting and caught a whiff of mint and...something else he couldn't quite place. Not very overpowering, which was doubly comforting along with the fact she spoke in english. "Uhm, hello miss?" He asked and checked behind himself quickly and spotted nobody close enough for her to be addressing. "Can I help you?" He responded, not quite sure of her intent, and not wanting to make any assumptions. A familiar voice in the back of his head playing the old adage, 'You know what happens when you assume? It makes an ass out of U and Me.' And he didn't want to get in trouble for putting down an angry alpha or jealous beta, but the daddy did make him think he might be in for some company for the night if all went well.

The area was still filling up with other civilians but they were mostly still heading up to higher ground, but it wouldn't be long before the show started and the hill filled. Standing alone would probably get boring after a bit anyway, so if this lass wanted a piece of his ass, or at least to share some fireworks...gazing? Then he wasn't going to object. After all, it was a holiday, and for all he knew the woman could be on holiday too, it'd be rude not to show some courtesy.

Zach smiled a little abashedly, "No worries miss, not everyday I hear some one say they were admiring me." He shrugged it off to help her feel at ease, he truly didn't mind other than a but of surprise from the unexpected flash. It was nice after all, to speak with someone who understood his own language. "Plus I've sort of gotten used to people taking pictures of me. Seems like foreigners are a bit of a spectacle around here." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, unconsciously mirroring her. When he'd first gotten to the hotel he was still wearing his fatigues and a lot of the staff took a very visible interest in him. Looking back he was probably a unique sight, since if he had to make a wager US soldiers weren't staying at a high end hotel alone on a regular basis. She probably got similar treatment if she wasn't local too.

He approached her so that they were at a more respectable talking distance and leaned back against the railing again facing her, forgetting his previous fears of rolling heads with a prettier one nearby. "My name is Zach by the way, pleasure to need you." He smiled at her, trying to get a better read on her but felt that he'd already surprised all the info he was gonna get visually. Thus, from here on out it was time for dialogue, and that may be something he's not exactly the best at, after all, it's his boss that makes deals, not him. Hopefully she was telling the truth about her intent.

Zach was a little surprised when she called him an American, though he did enjoy the hot bit quite a lot. He chuckled a little as he turned to face her proper again and shook her hand. "Nice ta meet ya Sadie, and fair enough, all of my brothers turned out to be gits too." He then paused for a moment to think about what he just said. Well not what he said and more of how he said it. He'd not really noticed his accent sway away from his native one. It makes sense, he'd not been home for more than a hand full of weeks over the last what...seven or eight years? That he spent a lot of time amongst foreign troops, and his own unit is mostly Americans, with a few other scattered nationalities.  "Has my accent really changed all that much?" He almost tried to force his original accent but it felt weird to do.

"I know a lot of us jumped the pond to escape the sick spuds, but I know their accents changed a bit to distinguish us by this point. I'm actually Irish." The Irish were the true kings and queens of the moniker 'Rat Race' If you went anywhere chances are you'd find at least one who's great great grandpappy managed to scurry on over and set up shack. He wasn't slighted by the idea though, the Americans were known for coming in all shapes and sizes, especially the Irish ones. Plus they practically field the best soldiers around, he never envied the people from the HQ that had to deal with the Americans on a regular basis.

"My work? Well I'm an bodyguard for an important woman. She's one of our business offices is in Japan and she demanded  the crew take some shore leave for a bit so I'm basically on vacation until we ship out again." Zach explained, he wasn't going to spill everything but a few details weren't going to identify anything important. "Staying in that big hotel nearby is a nice change of pace after being stuck in a big ol' ship more often than not. Even if some of the staff are a bit snoopy." He shrugged with a small sigh that gave off a lighthearted 'What can ya do?' sort of sound, "I'm not quite as well spoken in them, but I can speak a little of a good amount languages, enough to get me essentials most places. Other than English and Gaelic, I can speak a bit of German, Russian, Afrikaans, Italian, Scottish, and Japanese."

Those were just languages that he'd picked up bits and pieces of while traveling with the UN. He technically knew more but they were more commands and orders that they were trained to shout if people didn't seem to catch the hint. He did find interest in her mentioning of her store; and made a mental note to ask her where that store was before they would eventually part ways one way or another. It'd be nice to have something nice to read during his downtime at sea.

Zach let out an embarrassed chuckle, unsure how to respond to her first statement and he wasn't used to straight up flirting like that. It was true he had to keep the finer details of his job on the downlow, and it was hard for him to not overshare when he first joined up with his current employer. The work was casual business at best or clandestine operations at worst. He was however free to talk about his previous career though thankfully, that helped a tad at least. "Oh uh, thanks. N' yeah it can be fun messing with folks. Can't tell you how many weird looks I get when we're working in the states and someone catches me speaking something other than english with someone."

"Some of those folks need to chill, and I'm a smartass so...I have to keep my mouth shut when working there." He snickered a little remembering all the non-lethal fights he got into over there. "Oh, yeah speaking of work, you said you manage a book store, you wouldn't happen to have any translated books at your store for sale would you? I've sorta finished off the last of my stash from my last leave already, and was thinking of going book hunting sometime this week." He asked trying to steer the conversation away from his job and back toward her, both out of ease for himself, and a genuine need to restock.

"I can understand that, there are a lot of trashy novels with some pretty **** up messages out there. That 50 Shades book gave me some real weird vibes, I ended up dropping it pretty quick." Zach shuddered a little bit and shook his head, head heard what was past where he bailed and he was glad he did. It also made him queasy thinking that people idolized that book too, "That said though, I am a sucker for some nice fluffy romance. Even though its a bit rare to find anyone quite like me in modern books." He put his hands behind his head and sighed, hinting at his unique biology, and genuine disappointment that there were pretty much only horror stories and myths of really old Dullahan. He did find a manga recently that had some nice slice of life involving a dullahan but that seemed to be the exception.

While Zach was genuinely interested in the girl, and fully intended to visit her shop if things went well, it would probably do well to make sure she wasn't going to freak out due to his...features. "Not everyone finds my kind particularly attractive, and actually come to think of it not many people actually know what the hell a Dullahan actually is to begin with. So I can sort of understand why we're not exactly the most popular partners." As he spoke he searched her face for any sort of recognition of the term with a raised brow, as if she was well read, and if she already was familiar with the concept, hopefully she wouldn't freak the hell out if he lost his head at some point. Plus if she was okay with it he was most certainly going to demonstrate it's usefulness later because, as he's been told, it's a very, very useful feature to have.