Unspoken as it may be, Benjiro does not look convinced by the slight furrowing of his brow. At the very least, Jimmy is not attending his surroundings wide enough to be so deep into the areas damaged by the meter-tall tsunami. Nodding his head to the side as an indication of which direction, he turns to start walking inland more, “Here, come on. Let’s move to where no one is working.”

Benjiro starts along the street, looking to make certain Jimmy is coming with him as he shuffles his gloves off his hands to stow into a pocket. Along the way, Jimmy may notice fresh nicks in Benjiro’s dirty clothing from the work he’s been involved with so far. Once they get a fair distance from the current area of focus, he slows his pace to talk, “You seem really distracted.” An understatement perhaps.