Shifting the bags in her hands so she could carry them better (and now Rimudo could see inside more) Takiko looked down the street. "Lunch? That's fine by me. You can wash up lat-" she stopped mid sentence as her companion suddenly tensed. "Uru-" she cut herself off, "Rimudo?" She was trying so darn hard to break her habit for his sake.

She felt him nudge her, but failed to comply to move as she stood on tiptoe to look around him. "What's wrong? Is everything all right?" And then she saw the person staring at them.

"Do you know him?" she inquired, keeping her voice low.