Firo nods and darts ahead, pausing every so often to keep an eye on her. He needs to know what she's doing to make sure she doesn't try anything.

...And, for some reason, he wants to make sure she's still there. This is the longest he's spoken to a person who's not a Gandor brother without it turning into a fight.

Possibly due to her suggestion, they're suddenly in the thick of Chinatown after hardly a minute. Firo stops at the first restaurant they seem a narrow building with a few tables crammed inside.

"This is it. Are you gonna complain about this one too?"