The city hadn't changed that much. It just no longer seemed to rearrange to the liking of the thinker. Not that he was thinking much. Because. With the food deal (though they had enough cereal to last a good three weeks), he had to work and working required getting out of the room. Thank a Higher Power for late and morning shifts, and routes that didn't collide with that place.
Actually, Kazu'd almost managed to forget about it, settling back into the routine that was (slightly more exciting than before -- they had a TIM now -- but not much) work. And the awesome thing that was Lunch Break. Mikura had sat his back against a gate pillar on the outside of the site, taking the free time to doze off instead of actually eat. His sleeping schedule had been all out of whack, and the Elric's tendancy to forget about their voice command was practically famous by the time it'd woken up Agito.
He didn't have his ATs, but he did still have his ears; and the two voices on the other side of pretty-empty street were only familiar in their words. ... Mukuro? One eye opened, and, oh-- there were Hotel residents about. His first reaction was to bolt (X?), but there were two of them, and that was... a good thing. Especially since one of them was Nata, and as far as he'd seen, X hadn't even talked to Nata.
.... Well, hey. He had, what, an hour? And Mukuro didn't look like the most peppy of tour guides. So, shifting a bit to sit more upright, Mikura raised his voice (just barely over the din of background noise), partly unsure and partly confident. If only he knew how ironic this was going to be--