[It's with a tense jaw that Hijikata swallows a deep sigh. A vague answer spares him the concern of both 'what if this guy gets caught unarmed' and 'can this guy even handle a gun', but does nothing to reassure him. The conclusion the officer settles on, as his fingers release their tight grip on the dossiers, clicking the files against Sion's desk, is that this man has always been under heavy guard.

He should be honored to be considered skilled enough to carry out the task on his own, but the bestowed confidence only gives him the budding of a headache in his brow.

His superior appears eager for this venture - something he feels as if he'll need to remind the man is a job not a sightseeing trip, given the glint in his eyes - and Hijikata is not one to waste time. Before answering he stands, pushes in his chair, and waits for Sion to do the same.

He's already constructed a plan, the course of action almost routine in it's application. Teeth worry his lip in want of a cigarette before he responds, having promised himself one the moment they exit the facility.] The store. They're more likely to have surveillance footage. But before that, I need to get my equipment.

We'll meet at the northern doors. [Strict in his adherence to policy and expectations Hijikata may be, but he's never quite managed to quell his instinct to take control.]