As he kept walking, Jintetsu flipped briefly through the brochure, only half-listening to his sword's comments. "I wonder what kind of a place this is. We can't be as far as Nagasaki," it murmured. "It's kind of creepy. Better if we leave as soon as we-" It stopped as Jintetsu discreetly gripped its hilt, the action hidden by his cloak. "What is it?" it whispered.

Jintetsu turned his head to the left a bit, peering out from under his hat to see who was behind him. Even from this distance, she stood out; one green-haired (green? what the hell?), amply-endowed woman in form-fitting clothes, against a background of conservatively dressed blonds. There wasn't much to suggest that she was the one following him, but given how bizarre she looked, it almost had to be her.

Keeping his eye on her, he stopped, and waited to see what she'd do. Hopefully, she would just happen to be going the same direction.