[Gamagori is in his usual Goku Regalia. All white, silver, and black. He seems to have taken this call while outside as well, opting for a short break during some volunteer service on the streets of Ceres while the festival nears it's beginning. He's in a fine mood but the video gets nothing but a serious expression from him, his eyes slimming at that title, 3rd Ranked, and at the dimly lit severe looking man who's called him.]

[How did he get his number... though he supposes there were various ways. Many who watched him on that stage have already found ways to both find him and get under his damn skin. How annoying.]

Mr. Mishima, it's a pleasure. I'll ignore the obvious question and instead inquire about this job instead. [The obvious question being how the fuck you get his digits, yo. No, instead he'll consider it. A job? Well, he's yet to take on his new interests yet. He has a job but is still... inbetween them. But the offer is a little suspicious coming from an Elite, so he'll continue.]

A bodyguard for the Festival alone? Do you have enemies then, Mr. Mishima? Or are you just a paranoid man? I assure you, in either case, my musculature will prove far more than sufficient, though is nothing but shrink in the shadow of my resolve.