[ he can't help himself: he reaches, fingertips brushing the spirit's arm, curling there briefly as if he wants to linger. his hand drops away again a moment later, though, and he nods, smoothing his clothing absently and glancing toward the exit. ]

We're all meant to be dropped off in the same city. Perhaps we'll meet others on the transport.

[ a glance back up at mikazuki once more, lips quirking up, and he steps toward the exit, out into the hallway, where he pauses to look down it both ways thoughtfully. ] I think it's that way. [ an uncertain pause. ] .. This facility isn't like the one I'm accustomed to.