I'm sure they won't. Lucky for you, ladies love me.

[ Hands slid into pockets after he does a quick mental inventory of his current armaments, Lavi follows along behind his partner, scanning every face for potential threat.

Not a secure location to keep someone like this woman, but the sounds of the mission were never to keep her secure--just alive. If he'd posted guards for her, it'd be even more suspicious, but he still couldn't help but wonder what life was like for a lady of the Nine suddenly surrounded by sexters.

How long could delicate sensibilities last, really, before the reality of a broken cage crushed them?

Lavi supposes he's about to find out.

Two flights up and there's still no sign of imminent threat--just drunks and working men and women in their ritual of slurs and missteps. When they get to the top of the third floor, he does another tactical analysis, checks his weapons again, and paints a big smile on while waiting for Kanda to lead them to the right door. ]

Hey, so does this make you a knight in armor? I think it's supposed to be less.. black. And shinier. We can go shopping later, if you like.

[ Going to preemptively move out of the way of swinging distance. ]