You? Never. [Sitting in the second chair with eyes that are burning yellow is the Shiro with white hair Keith knows and loves. He's dressed in his old riding jacket, a white shirt, his dog tags, and a pair of blue jeans. His eyes return to their usual grey as he studies himself. The other Shiro has his back to against the wall, eyes constantly sweeping the room while he drinks. He sips just enough to look like he's here to drink.

The Shiro of the present twists in his seat to look across the bar. He leans close to Keith and speaks low almost under his breath.]

...Keith, you need to be very careful here. Don't show any sign you're different from anyone else. Act like the soldier you are. [He shifts his chair closer to the one available for Keith to take and hisses out.] This is Shehui!

[Shehui. He's spoken of it before as far back as El Minha. While he hasn't brought it up much since. The city's marks are on him. He will never stop doing a nightly check of his surroundings to be sure they're secure. That is one of many things he does to make sure he's ready to fight at a moment's notice.]