Ahhh, I should've waited around. I was busy exploring! No time to waste when you're stuck in a place like this, after all! [ Reigen marches in place, as though to emphasize how truly hardworking he is, but quickly stops, immediately looking like a rather wilted plant. He realizes (has realized, time and time again) how pathetic it is to rely on a middle-schooler for assistance and protection, but he was really hoping that Mob would have some sort of answer for him. ]

You sure about that? This whole thing stinks of spiritual activity.

[ If that's not the case, then succinctly put, they're screwed. ]

I formally give you permission to take whatever drink you like. [ He snags one himself, a can of soda cold enough that condensation beads on the outside. ] Then we can see if there's spiritual energy further into the city. [ He peers around the area, head whipping back and forth. ] You came here alone? No sign of little brother?

[ Probably not... he's sensing an obvious lack of malice towards him in the area. ]