He hated being told what to do. Absolutely hated it. But he'd be mature enough to let it go this time. After all, this wasn't life or death so the short leash he kept on his trust didn't apply. Though there was a slight tensing up on his part, he kept his mouth shut. Of course even if he'd wanted to say something, he barely got out a "Thanks," for the printout anyway before she ran off and he was forced to jog after her, stuffing the folded paper in his pocket.
Lucky for him, Sadako had fixed up his lungs a week or two ago and despite being a teenage chimney he was able to keep up with Izzy all the way to the sign. He eyed the cover situation and checked one of the two watches he wore to see how long it had taken them to run this way.