Joy was solely responsible for handling the last two goons currently present on the city street - between her own efforts at trying to avoid getting knocked around too much, as well as her own attempt to use the new Taekwondo techniques that had been put into her head, Aika had not been all that effective.  The good news was that there appeared to be no more Fang fighters coming their way, so both Exalted were free to banter and move forward.  "Yeah, I am, too - probably time we start using those items we've been picking up along the way."<br/><br/>The red arrow once again indicated that they should head down the street.  "Akira said to head down the street, to the breakfast shop - the owner's granddaughter would be there, watching for us, and she'll give us more directions towards the hideout."  Aika carefully probed one part of her side where she'd gotten punched.  "I think I'm going to bruise...or whatever the equivalent of a bruise is here," she commented.  How<em>did</em>stuff like that happen in here, anyways?  It wasn't like sprites in a video game were capable of shades of damage - it tended to be more obvious than that.<br/><br/>As they headed down the street, the arrow's continued presence served to assure them that no new combatants were coming their way.  "I think I see her..."  Aika pointed to the shop on the corner, which had big plate-glass windows that met in the corner of the shop itself, providing a nice street view.  Standing there, at one of the high counters affixed to the wall, was a girl who looked like she was about school age...maybe late middle school or early high school.  She had light brown hair and wore what looked like running pants and a<em>very</em>oversized hoodie for her frame.