Eh?? Women are grumpy.....? [Reminds him of someone. Nansen can't help but smirk to himself a little at the thought of the look on that guy's face, comparing him to a jilted woman. Heh! But he's tugged up to his feet with a shocked mrow!? and shrugs his shirt back on from where it slips on his shoulder, shooting a worried stare back at the fortune machine.]

O-oh, okay, nya. Then, we'll have to find some other way to hunt for our swords....

[He sighs depressedly and shoots one more little apologetic glance back at the machine, bowing his head to it.]

We'll be back for sure, nya!!

[Where to now? Nansen had already searched all over the city for some sign of his body, tried to sense his connection to it, but had come up empty. Did this guy have another idea...?]

[He's shaken out of his pondering by Rokurou's sudden offer, and blinks up at him, gold and agape.] --Nya?? You do!? Well, what's that, meow!?