To have the sentiment returned emboldens his smile, and he withdraws his hand in a relaxed manner from her shoulder to sit back in the seat next to her. Collecting the headphones, he tucks them away into a pocket in his backpack as she shares her judgment regarding how they should proceed. Benjiro nods his head and answers readily, “I can’t think of any reason to rush back, so we may as well follow the plot we’ve apparently set. And no, I don’t mind at all. I was going to do the same actually, but I think changing might be slightly higher priority.” He tugs at the loose shirt as indication of the reason, and stows his phone as he takes up his backpack from the floor. “Be right back.”

Shifting to stand, he has to snatch a hold to catch his pants as they start to slide with gravity, face flushing red once more. His shoes are awkwardly oversized, so ends up stepping higher to move out from their four seat to seek a distant one to change within the thankfully empty carriage.

It takes several minutes to manage the switch and repack his bag, but Benjiro comes back to the table dressed in the same outfit he had worn to the Pride Ball. He feels overdressed, and the persisting redness across his cheekbones speaks to it as he has trouble looking directly to Sadie when he moves to take his seat next to her. These clothes and shoes fit exceedingly well.

Phone pulled out once seated, he immediately opens the Notes app to look at the list of names of other Numbered that might contact them.