[ It's probably a better sign of him knowing Sharak by the fact that his eyes were keenly watching the hand that Sanzo reached into his robes, only looking away when it turned out to be a pack of cigarettes. After seeing what Sharak's impulse can be, he's gotten a little wary. ]

A mix of sort-ofs. Sort of a student; sort of a friend; sort of a pain in the ass, I guess, as of late. The name's Shizuo.

[ Sort of, and somehow, a better tempered and gun-free surrogate to others here. ]

There's some other people here from your world, but I figured of them all, you'd know Sharak more than the others. Cuz of the whole... priest thing.