He parked his Tesla a few blocks from The Nox, safety being a primary concern, and his car being flashy he kept it away from home base. The short reserved man wouldn't draw any attention, quiet and timid he heads on into the club, sticking to the shadows. Tomori headed on to the slightly familiar steps and then descended on to the awaiting predators in the Seneschals office. He could hear voices inside, and took a moment to listen, obviously as the last to arrive he would need to play catch up, but he could ask questions later.
Word around the Chapter House was that Hart-the-Haunt had need of an occult expert. That was well within his field and so he had come. Katsuro was hoping to make up for the awful debacle at court where he bounced around anxiety driven in a new environment, not unlike a macaque, native to his homeland. After taking a moment to prepare for the onslaught of fresh beasts, he entered the room quietly bowing to the Nosferatu who had saved him from embarassment in court. He knew she did not see it as such, but the Ventrue still felt he had a debt to pay for that small kindness. Hopefully solving this problem with the alcheists would do just that.
"Pardon my lateness Seneschal. I only recently learned of your request for volunteers." he said, accent clear and tone timid as his baritone rang out to the group. He took a spot against the wall, wishing to blend in and waited for everyone to continue. If things went as planned, he would just be an advisory role. Granted he did notice at least one other Dragon in attendance, one whom he hadn't met yet. As Cross-the-Nos went on speaking and introducing himself, he realized he should probably do so too. One of the things he was often chided for was his social skills. The Japanese businessman could write iron clad negotiations that even a king would agree to, and make so much off it....but the day to day shmoozing was always left up to his underlings, Japanese business was so different than American one could almost forget not everyone who earned their money was so...suave....Every interaction in the states however he realized how much he had to learn before his blood thickened...assuming he were to heed his Sires requests.
"Katsuro Tomori, Clan Ventrue of the Ordo Dracul." He quietly posited when a moment arrived in conversation.