This woman's state of dress, or rather undress, was of no concern to Kaiba. He didn't even pay her so much as a second glance as he sauntered his way into her workplace, as if he himself owned it. He looked as displeased by the very existence around him as ever, scoffing in disgust as if the smell of Bulma's cigarettes put him off. That wasn't the case at all. No, instead he was bothered by the way she addressed him after his entry.

"Yes, I have a Dragon of Dracolite and Magisteel. Why do you think I've come for Dracolite?" he questioned, though that wasn't all he had to say. Would he comment on the fact that he hadn't knocked before entering? No. He was Kaiba Seto, and he was going to enter when he pleased, regardless of others' opinions about it. "Hmph! You don't know, do you? It's perfectly possible to create a Dragon in this world, even though they haven't been seen in ages. I intend to do just that, using the shell I currently have as a catalyst."