[ That... makes her freeze up, and just for a moment, sociable, graceful Misa actually looks awkward for once. The hell? She was really under the impression he didn't give a damn if she ended up walking into something unsavory, given his nasty comment about how she was stupid enough to get caught by one of her stalkers. Which was fine, it's not like it mattered in relation to their mission. But now she's left giving him a confused, exasperated look, more bothered by the fact that he's making some level of base effort to play nice than the prospect of going into these seedy bars. Perhaps stupidly, she doesn't seem all that worried for her own safety. It's just the weirdness of this place that creeps her out, not the potential for danger. ]
Oooo...kay?
[ Is all she can really offer as a response as he walks away, not really sure what else she can say, because she's certainly not going to say thanks. At least she doesn't brush him off entirely, giving a small wave of acknowledgement before wandering off to start her search.
Minutes go by, and Misa makes quick work of her side of the street, easily sifting through the names and faces of each person in each bar with little effort. Not there, not there, not there. As the ten minute limit approaches, Gen will find she's finishing chatting up some stranger on the corner of the block, playfully hitting them in the shoulder with a ditzy, airheaded laugh as the random citizen recedes back into the bar they'd stepped out of.
Only when that obvious act is over does she return to the spot, interjecting before he can say anything. ]
Well, I didn't find him, but I was able to convince someone to give me a hint. He was there not long ago... [ She points at the bar she'd just left. ] What about you?
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Oooo...kay?
[ Is all she can really offer as a response as he walks away, not really sure what else she can say, because she's certainly not going to say thanks. At least she doesn't brush him off entirely, giving a small wave of acknowledgement before wandering off to start her search.
Minutes go by, and Misa makes quick work of her side of the street, easily sifting through the names and faces of each person in each bar with little effort. Not there, not there, not there. As the ten minute limit approaches, Gen will find she's finishing chatting up some stranger on the corner of the block, playfully hitting them in the shoulder with a ditzy, airheaded laugh as the random citizen recedes back into the bar they'd stepped out of.
Only when that obvious act is over does she return to the spot, interjecting before he can say anything. ]
Well, I didn't find him, but I was able to convince someone to give me a hint. He was there not long ago... [ She points at the bar she'd just left. ] What about you?