Hayate shook his head mutely. Genma was at least very reasonable to work with; he'd treated Hayate with a sort of off-handed kindness--despite his rookie status--and he wasn't making unfair demands. Hayate felt he liked the man already, though he hadn't known him long at all.

Given the choice, Hayate would definitely prefer being the one on watch than the one actually performing the assassination. It was a point he considered a weakness, but one he couldn't seem to do much about. Killing in a fast and furious fight never bothered him, but in secret or in silence....it made his skin crawl every time.

He cleared his throat before he spoke again, but his voice was still frayed and soft. "When should we leave?" And, as the thought occurred to him, "do have an idea where we could find...um, the prostitute?" Because he didn't.

At least, not the kind they were looking for. The mission specs had been very plain about the prostitute being underage. Far as Hayate could tell, the women they had seen farther down in the district had been rather older. ....not that he'd been looking too hard or anything.