Well, drat, there goes the armor in the Grand Library.

The streets were fortunately the same as yesterday; given the fairytale settings, no guarantee they would remain quiet or a new building wouldn't make an appearance.

Glancing back at him over her shoulder, he doesn't have to give a name, but she wouldn't stop him either.

Also, he doesn't have to see her eyes darken a bit at the mention of Japan.

"... Naomi Kimishima. I'm a medical examiner in America..."