Thank God Shizu hadnâ€™t dropped the phone after it went off otherwise they would probably be stuck here. His contact was their only ticket out of here as far as he knew; it would be a disaster if he was unable to keep in touch with him. The moment she handed the phone back to him, he exhaled softly and relaxed a bit. He was tense when he though she was going to drop it, imagining all the pieces that made the phone scatter and the fragile screen would be left with a giant crack in it. Picking up the pieces would not have been fun. And that brought on yet another thing: he never understood why people made such fragile things now. Back a few years ago, everything was a lot more durable, not things were fragile and broke a lot easier. He reminded himself constantly about that considering he was rough with technology when it didnâ€™t work for him and as a result he has gone through about five phones in a span of six years.<br/><br/>Taking his attention away from Shizu for a moment, he answered his contact with an â€˜Excellent, as always. I believe there is a post office somewhere close to the hotel that I am staying at. Send it there.â€™ Sometimes they had that sort of mental connection where they often thought alike, where they were almost completely in sync even if they were on different ends of the world. It was a bit scary but then again great minds always thought alike. Not to mention it only made sense to have those things sent to a post office. They got a long so well because they often did think alike, and likewise worked well together when it came down to business. Unfortunately that was mostly all their relationship was, business, since they hardly ever spoke face to face and whenever they did, all they usually discussed was business. It didnâ€™t come as much of a surprise though.<br/><br/>Azrai was not a man who made small talk even with the people he considered friends, as reserved as he was, and was always about business and it took a lot to get him sidetracked. He had a one track mind most of the time and he was stubborn as all hell. Drove a lot of his friends nuts just how stubborn he could be most days.<br/><br/>Grinning at Shizu, â€œPreparations for our trip are almost complete. I plant toâ€¦ have us leave Japan within a day or so.â€ He told her softly. â€œDo not worry, flying is completely safe, I assure you.â€ Well that might only be partially true considering a lot of things, but in a way flying was a lot safer than driving since you didnâ€™t have to worry about traffic. Instead your only worry was plummeting to the ground at almost five hundred miles per hour over the middle of nowhere. The possibilities of that happening were low, but still something to keep in the back of your mind. Of course he wouldnâ€™t mention this to Shizu since he didnâ€™t want her to worry about it too much. He was hoping he could get her on the plane without much trouble, but knowing her curiosity and how she seemed to tag along with him without much hesitation maybe it wouldnâ€™t be as hard as he thought. He just liked to make things seem harder than they were most of the time.<br/><br/>When she mentioned leaving, he couldnâ€™t help but get a feeling like they were being watched and he felt himself becoming somewhat restless again. He looked around, seeing nobody in particular that stuck out to him, before slowly giving her a nod. They had already stood around enough, surely those men would return. He kept his composure but the thought of those men coming back made his trigger finger once again restless and he reached under his jacket, ready to pull his gun if needed. The number of people that were in the area was few, that was to be expected for the morning, but he really didnâ€™t want any attention drawn to them. He gestured for them to start walking and he did so, heading back towards the hotel to confirm that there was definitely a post office there. If there wasnâ€™t then he would probably break his own leg off and kick himself with it.<br/><br/>â€œI have an idea,â€ he spoke suddenly when they came near what looked to be a small corner lined with areas for shopping. There were two clothing stores. â€œI mean you no offense, I assure youâ€¦ but I could not help but notice your clothes are a bit dirty. How about we find you a more suitable outfit to help you blend in a little more?â€ A simple change of clothes could go a long way in the end, and what better way to have her start her new life than find a change of clothes? If she refused he would understand completely; not only were those probably clothes she has known all her life and modern clothes probably would not appeal to her but here she was shopping with a man. That was probably odd for her and he wound understand, considering she was old custom and he was still a stranger. He had no intentions of doing anything of course but it was at least worth a shot.<br/><br/>She could have some new clothes to go with her new identity, a new look to start her new life. The idea was something he wanted for her, not just because he did not want to deal with any more goons coming after them. Perhaps she would be less recognizable if she had a change of clothes, and he figured it would help her understand the modern world a bit more. It would give her a little more freedom knowing she could make her own choices as well, he figured. However, perhaps she would wish to stick with her customs instead of conforming to modern clothes, and he would respect that. He had no intentions of forcing things on her, this was simply a suggestion. This modern world was more about free will with a few exceptions. And in all honesty it was a beautiful kimono though he felt if he voiced his opinion she would probably feel a little uncomfortable and think he him to be some sort of pervert.