As usual, once he no longer had anything relevant to say, he'd become quiet. That was just the way he was; especially when he was still thinking things over. He knew his guardian wouldn't be too concerned; the man was always the calm in the storm, a tendency that Masato himself has picked up along the way.<br/><br/>He had no compunctions about taking Elizabeth up on her offer. He always had some pocket change around, but generally speaking, he was always just-barely-not-broke.  He'd also get a backpack, and pointed out things that would be light, calorically dense, and that could easily eaten on the go; so mostly, dried fruits, jerky, trail mix, meal bars, but also umai-bo (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umaib%C5%8D); because let's face it, even the stoic likes sweet treats every now and again. Bottled water actually seemed like a no-brainer, too; who knew what the water was like on the other side?  He was wary of contracting what American's called<em>The Curse of Montezuma.</em><br/><br/>Pocket packets of tissues was another thing he seemed to care quite a bit about.  Handy little things; they could be used to start fires, as toilet paper, as a way to clean ones self up, and possibly a dozen other uses he'll figure out along the way.<br/><br/>"I'd imagine that time flows the same. Time, to me, seems like one of those things that should be constant in all universes... unless we want to go into advanced theoretical sciences." He shrugged his shoulder, and look at Elizabeth in a particularly stern manner. "No matter what, we're likely to be gone a long time; whether that's merely from our perspective or from this worlds perspective. And going back and forth to let our families know we're alright, or to continue the ruse, isn't going to be all that feasible, from what little I can guess at."