[ there's a skeptical look for mithrun, and he watches the former captain's face for a serious moment. ] Since when have you ever asked for permission to do something, captain? I think there's quite a lot that you need to fill me in on.

[ there's a flicker of kabru's eyes over the other's outfit again, and while he'd joked about it earlier, he now wonders what sort of change this world has brought about in the elf. to see him brought down to wearing the trappings of a cabaret girl, going door to door with deliveries— kabru has a certain amount of scorn for whoever runs this establishment. he keeps it to himself, though, and now reaches out again, offering his hand to mithrun. it's not needed— they're close to the place already; it's less out of need, than out of breaching what seems like an un-breachable chasm between them. ]

Come here.

[ no question mark there— his voice doesn't rise with it.

his fingers flex, inviting mithrun closer again. ] Let's just leave.

[ consider: your man here might be a little higher on the manipulate, mansplain, manwhore scale than he likes to appear. but— he's going to try his luck regardless.

this, too: let's just leave holds a stranger note— leave the town? leave the simulation? kabru can't do either, but there's an echo of contra mundum about that tone he's using. ]