Taft watches the Irish woman with interest. She'd covered for her ruse gracefully enough. The corners of the Shadow's mouth curl up slightly. Then the giant speaks on the matter. Chiding Taft, perhaps? Or simply trying to be the medium for peace.
"Of course. She can share her beliefs if and when she chooses. I must admit, though," his eyes briefly break away from the large man and land squarely on Naimh's "to no small amount of curiosity on the subject." It is, after all, the reason he's come here: to observe and study other schools of thought. Sharpen his own mind for the experience.
The giant's next bit is a tad confusing for Taft. Why he would continue to pressure for peace from an already agitated Takeda is beyond his understanding. If he'd been in the man's shoes, he'd have excused himself from the conversation.
But if the big man is as strong as he looks? He could just as well hold his ground.
Taft's attention is drawn to Takeda's wordless reply. He doesn't recognize the gesture, sadly, but it's certainly entertaining to watch. He doubts very much that it's the sign for 'friendship'.