"Hm." That noise could mean tacit acknowledgement of Leviathan's condition (the open admittance of a medical problem takes him aback a little, as it is), or quiet understanding, or any number of other things. Minato adjusts the parcel under his arm, wondering how to phrase this, as the crowd noises fade into white noise.

"When you say you don't know, do you mean Haniyasu itself, or why it's the topic of his speech, or...?"

Even if he himself had to run dangerous errands for the Department of the Enma when he first arrived... Surely, surely they aren't so understaffed right now that they're sending a brand new recruit to field questions. Surely.