The sound of his name, or at least a name he'd used once, catches his attention. No one called him Akihiro anymore. Hell, most of the people he knew weren't even aware that was his last name.

The same voice calls out another name and he gives the guy a once over, not recognizing him in the least bit. Perhaps it was just a coincidence.

"Lost?" Daken asks quietly, announcing himself as he steps closer. He's smartly dressed and well groomed, though his mohawk clashes a little with the expensive looking shoes, pants and vest. He appears genuine and leaves the stranger a comfortable amount of personal space, playing the part of a helpful passerby for now.