Uh-huhn! It's a little ... I don't quite get how she works, but you'll see what I mean when we get there. You don't need any money- it's magic, I think.

[He thinks. Not exactly a reliable judge for that, this thousand-year-old tsukumogami, but he's lived through modern times, too! Surely he can judge these things.]

...It's weird. [Nansen hesitates after a moment and frowns to himself, leading Rokurou towards the stairs that led up from the subway station,] This whole place doesn't need money. There's always food ready to eat in the restaurants, and supplies in the shops, and nothing seems to run out, even though........

[Even though the humans- the ones that belong here- have all disappeared. It's troubling, and unnerving- and worse, an object once beloved by humans, he can think of a few reasons why that would be.]

[But he keeps them to himself as they emerge into the too-bright daytime, the sunlight cast between the long, overbearing shadows of office buildings and skyscrapers.]

[It's a concrete jungle- but Nansen seems unaffected by its majesty, simply sticking his hands in his pockets as he glances around to find his bearings, and then starts strolling down a street.]

...By the way.... "Stormhowl", who's the smith of that sword? You know, nya?