[Honestly, Shinjiro is perfectly content to walk through a crowd like this - like, not with his new pal, but also not without him? "Almost" is the perfect amount of socializing, actually, so - great. They've somehow come to this mutual agreement without a single word about it, which works out just fine for him. His eyes are on the crowd, anyway, as he moves ahead; at least a few of these poor locals scuttle out of the way of the force of his looming glower.

That's not important. That's their problem. What's important is food, and leading the way to a small shop that is not necessarily tucked away- it is right here on this busy street, after all- but has a distinct atmosphere about it that suggests it isn't as frequently trafficked as some of the bigger restaurants and taverns.

So of course, this is Shinjiro's Place. He shrugs in reply at first, although the spectre of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth for just a second, for the discerning eye. Being hungry in the presence of good food? Points earned. Ahem.]

Only since this morning. I don't know what kind of good you were expecting... It's not going to be fancy.

[Like, just in case? He has not a fancy bone in his body. This is a Rustic Establishment.]

Places like this... [something something, he's got a soft center for cozy little restaurants, never mind!! Time to go in!!] Well, let's eat.

[And he's about three steps through the door before he pauses, again. Hmm... homie, you were being whisked around all day...]

Do you have any money? ......I'll spot you.