[At last, Yujin gets a good look at the young man. Somewhere around Kazuma and Ryunosuke's age, in need of more rest than he's gotten, not in any grave danger despite the cuts and scrapes. It's good news.]

Well. Whatever passes for morning here. Time passes oddly on the station. [he answers mildly, before continuing right along--

Or, he would have, had Sherlock not looked up at him.

He doesn't really look, or sound, like Sholmes at all. Dark hair aside, the construction of his face isn't quite there either, minus a similarly shaped nose. But the resemblance strikes deepest in Sherlock's eyes, tired and rimmed with red as they are. They could be brothers, this man and Yujin's partner. But Herlock Sholmes has only got the one brother, and-- and these things are known to happen, on the Ximilia-- but to him?]

That--

[Or maybe he's just being crazy and projecting onto this poor newcomer. Unfortunately, the recognition has already showed on his face, but he can at least shove it down until he gets a real answer here. Yujin sets his coffee on a nearby counter (when did he start gripping onto the cup that hard?) and continues carefully.]

That I have. My name is Yujin Mikotoba: I awoke here, just as you did, a little over a year ago.

[He almost doesn't want to ask, but:] And you are?