[ ... ngh. There's a distinct pause, just for a split second, where Rom's hand flinches while he's reaching forward to dip the fried pickle in whatever sauce has been provided with it. Then he resumes the movement, popping it in his mouth afterward. (It's good? He's probably never had a fried pickle before.)

He only speaks after washing it down with another sip of coffee. ]

I assumed we were still speaking about commonalities. In those terms, I could only think of Mr. Luka -- in a way, we share a focus on showmanship and catering to the camera. But if we're speaking of other things as well ...

[ Hhhhh. Give him a hot second to gather his thoughts and figure out his wording; it's a little more jerky than usual when he puts his coffee cup down with an audible clack, and he needs to take a hoarse breath before continuing. ]

... I suppose. Edamura-san is the closest I've come to forming a connection to a normal person. Perhaps that's notable.