[ He hears the whistle of her hand cutting through air, and takes it without missing or searching. The beat of her heart is like a metronome, quiet and steady, and he uses it as a guiding rhythm to start moving away from the stirring bodies and towards a more populated area.

What makes him stop, eventually, are the voices coming in with more clarity: something about a girl someone is looking for, a girl who's involved in something he doesn't have a frame of reference for. Gently, he tugs Fujino into a quiet side-street, pulls the both of them under the shade of an awning so he can collect his thoughts. ]

Sorry. I need to ask you a question.

[ He frowns— if something is happening in his city, he'd like to know about it. ]

Did you speak with any of the other girls with you? Were any of them named "Asagami"?