[ Saber lets Sion take the lead with no further prompting, falling into step to match his stride slightly behind and to his right. Far enough to give him an appropriate personal space bubble, close enough to take action if necessary.

Well. "Take action" as in either football tackling him into cover like a runaway freight train or seriously messing up an assassin's day if they got too close. Her effective reach with Excalibur is kind of obscenely far... so long as her charge is within range, not much would reach him in one piece.

(A.k.a don't wander off.) ]

...I wasn't informed of the delay. Is this an urgent matter? [ Saber clearly doesn't think so. Although her expression remains a study in composure, the tiniest downward cant of her eyebrows and narrowing of the eyes speaks volumes of her disapproval. ] It would be safer to get you to a secure location, and send either myself or another Agent to the boutique on your behalf.

[ That smile does not bode well for her, she can sense it in her gut. In no way shape or form is she going to be happy about getting delegated to "bag carrier and box holder" if he absolutely insists on having the worst timed shopping spree in history. ]