[ There isn't something like aversion bubbling up inside of her when she realizes he takes notes. Secretly, it's some kind of melancholic nostalgia. Something like reflecting on the time you scrapped your knees on the playground— the last time someone took notes around her, she was stuck in a tower, so to speak. Aerith shakes her head, no, she doesn't mind. It is not, truthfully, a lie.

What does catch her off guard is how quickly he reminds her of his own selfish gain in replacing the decorations they'd been given. Truth, she thinks with a soft shrug, but she doesn't admit out loud that the decorations aren't what gives her that impression. Perhaps it's best to keep some observations to herself. ]

Really? [ She twists to look him up and down, paying close attention to any pockets. She's half-expecting to see a gun on him, now, knowing that he's part of the police force. Her curiosity is itching to be sated, but instead she just looks back up at him. The back end of Tamamo territory isn't too far from here, and she takes a rather empty detour where a few forgotten, dilapidated buildings line the streets. They've already been bought up, with business holder names stamped on signs serving as promises for the future. ]

Who's your partner? I'll keep an eye out for him. I think, however... [ Hmm. ] Well, where I'm from, it's called the Public Security Forces, and there's different divisions. Everyone joins up for their own reasons. What was your's?

[ See, that might be the difference— and maybe that's why Kim's ended up in Sutoku, and not Enma. ]