He turned, only to grace the other with a withering glare; the main part of his animosity, however, was not directed at the bomber himself, but the cancer stick that the other had hanging from between his lips. A dependence on nicotine, or on drugs of any kind, was another thing that Hibari held in contempt. Though he didn't comment on the cigarette, it was obvious that he disapproved of it; why would anyone want to hasten their death like that?

A faint 'tch' was heard from him, before he turned his face back into the wind, closing his eyes. He could hear the cry of the seagulls from here; the wind was blowing back inland from the sea, carrying with it with faint smell of salt and seaspray. Hibari Kyouya was not one that liked to share his knowledge with anyone, though it may have been necessary; hence, he didn't answer straightaway, instead plucking at his breeches to settle down more comfortably for what may be a while.

"... Irie Shouichi is a double agent, working for Sawada Tsunayoshi."

He waited another moment for the Storm Guardian to take that in, before he spoke again, drawing long tapered fingers along the sword sheath idly.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi is not dead."