[Thank god she doesn't actually start crying, or that would have been the end of Shinjiro's attempt at grumpy composure. His brow furrows even more grumpily, because she already has that look that he knows means he's going to cave, but— mmph. Something something, don't be happy to see him; even after everything, that open sentimentality remains one of the many things he is constantly at war with on the inside. He's glad, but he's guilty for it, too - it's selfish of him, isn't it?

Hmm.

He doesn't say anything for a moment, before he glances at their surroundings, the food and the locals, including the one Kotone more or less bonked out of the way to get here. They're just enjoying their Shinji Dish, luckily, so there's that.]

Don't you have other people to talk to already? [is she not the most popular girl in town after a mere few hours--] .....Fine. Hold on.

[He needs to return the silly apron someone gave him, see. Give him a minute to untie it and tug it off, giving her a look that states that he will be right back before turning to find the local who owns this thing some ten feet away. He must make his awkward apologies for cutting out on cooking so abruptly, ahem, something came up...

But then he's back, sizing her up for any injuries and only then allowing himself to minutely relax. Like, an iota less tension. It's a start.]

Alright, let's get out of here. Just lead the way.