In her youth, she might have protested, but to be honest, she's still not sure how Japanese currency works and which bills are which, so she allows him to do so, and takes his arm. Once they're out in the street, she breathes a little easier, because they aren't drawing stares anymore.

But she also finds herself, surprisingly, losing her nerve. What is she even doing? She looks up at him, arm still looped through his, and laughs softly.

"I'm not sure why I came here, to be honest."