Manji had been in the canteen when Elidibus showed up. He had ignored the man while he was dressed in his more comfortable black and white kimono. He's never been a good person for the whole: welcome to hell thing.

When he sees the man in the ADI branded clothes and out with agents Manji can't help but sigh. Remembering how he felt about wearing clothes that would "fit in" better. Out of work he's wearing a very large sweater, the left arm tied in a knot to show he's missing an arm, and a pair of dark blue slacks when he approaches the new comer. "My suggestion?" Manji's voice is gruff. The sound of a man who doesn't usually do much talking. Probably not surprising considering the scars across his face and his missing eye. "Don't bother with jeans. They're too stiff."