Distracted a moment by the pretty young girl, he smiled back at her, but quickly set his mind back to task, able to appreciate an attractive face, but having little time for such things lately.  He looked back to where the spirit-girl and the other man had been to find the girl there alone, looking confused and nervous.  His eyes narrowed as he forgot about the teenager completely; feigning to look at his watch, he mumbled a curse to himself--purposefully loud enough that others could hear--and started moving as if he had run out of time for something, which he indeed might have.  Far off in the distance, so far that he couldn't even tell which direction it was coming from in fact, he sensed a Hollow, but it was faint, and he couldn't even gauge its power, just its presence at this distance; as a matter of fact, he couldn't even sense the spirit-girl's .  He sensed some other odd spiritual pressures all around him, but that was becoming normal to him; right now, he was only concerned with the Hollow, and his best lead to finding it was that spirit-girl he saw at the bottom of the hill.<br/><br/>He zipped across the street and launched himself over the railing, landing on the steeply sloping hill on the other side and running down nimbly to the road below.  A few of the people on the busy streets gave him odd looks, but he paid them no mind as he dashed across that street as well and down the road that stretched down the hill in front of him.  He still had a good seven or eight blocks to go, so he dipped into an alley between houses and started using his Hirenkyaku--Gottschritt, as he had grown up calling it, back west--the "Godstep" technique, to solidify the spiritual energy around him into invisible platforms.  He seemed to literally jump onto thin air and leap off, far higher than one would assume he could leap.  Within moments of getting out of sight of the people in the streets, he had set foot on the rooftops.<br/><br/>He paused to fasten his glove-and-Quincy Cross around his hand, then quickly leaped unseen across the rooftops until he spotted the still-teary-eyed spirit-girl, much closer now, but still too far away from him to gauge her spirit pressure.  Now halfway down the hill already, he saw that the man had returned to the spirit-child and seemed to be trying to calm her.  He shook his head once in exasperation, not wanting to be spotted by someone spiritually sensitive--Quincys were secretive people, and Dieter, as a foreigner here in Japan, felt even more detached from from others.  He kept low as he proceed to approach his destination, staying out of sight as best he could.