[ It is like she's speaking another language. Showers...? Apartments? Nothing like the inns and bath houses that he knows. Hell, more often than baths, they had just washed in lakes and ponds because they were constantly traveling on foot. Strange does not begin to cover this city. Forget eerie sensations and missing swords; the "normal" things strike him as the strangest of all.

At least there's alcohol.

He watches how she pulls the tab and mirrors the gesture. This time the beer does not explode in his face—Rokurou exhales, relieved, doing just that and chugging down the beer without a pause. Fizzy and thick, it reminds him enough of mead that he can ignore the differences in flavor profile. Only when it is empty does he crush the can in his hand again. ]

That helps. [ he sighs, before turning another smile onto her, ] Thank you. I got lucky finding someone so knowledgeable. I really owe you.

[ How he'll pay her back, he does not yet know ... but he's a Rangetsu man and Rangetsu men always repay their debts. Kindness is not forgotten (even if he had basically accosted her to begin with). ]

I'd probably have wasted a ton of time wandering around otherwise.