Whoa. [ neat. do smaller cities mean fewer dark corners for horrors to hide in? heine doesn't think they know each other well enough for him to ask nehan. ] Then I guess we're both a little out of our comfort zones. [ just in opposite directions.

heine also doesn't ask about the ears, mostly because they're not unfamiliar to him—he assumes nehan isn't a fetish mutant, but he doesn't especially need to know what he is as long as he's paying attention and keeping up.

he leads the way into the tourist center, the comparative darkness a blessed reprieve for his eyes, and immediately zeroes in on the map on the wall. ]

This is the station where we started. [ he points to the city hall station, then traces a finger downward, south. ] And this is where I walked. I never made it to a different station, though.