[At this point, Kabru, can you truly be surprised that he can't find a building across the street without the help of a sheep-shaped externalized piece of his soul?

Mithrun stares, almost curiously, at Kabru, looking so lost here in the street. He can't know the extent, of course, of what Kabru is thinking - but even if he could, assuring him that, say, the bakery has things other than sweets probably wouldn't do much to help the core issue.

What he is getting is that maybe talking at the bakery isn't the best course of action after all. Mithrun tilts his head, humming quietly.]

...How about this. The library is nearby, and has some soundproofed rooms. I'll ask Angeal to take my break now, and we can go talk there.