With the two guys behind her now, Mao continued through the city. It was funny how little change there was no matter where she went. Maybe she just got caught going in circles. "I don't even know where to go." She complains to herself. 

From her side she hears a voice, old and hoarse, "You there, girly." Looking around for the source, Mao spots it. An old man with a load of something. "Girly, help an old man out would ya?" The pack looks like it contains bottles of some sort. "I'll even give ya' something nice in return." The old man says with a wink. 

"Interesting." Mao comments, "And what exactly do you need?"

"Just need you to carry this pack to my shop near here."

The Sekirei couldn't think of a reason not to. It might lead her to her Ashikabi and it felt good to help people as well. "Sure, why not. It's the least I can do for the aged." The man chuckled at the reply and handed over the bag to Mao. She didn't know why he would've guessed she was strong to carry the bag easily but at the same time, she didn't care. After reaching where she was needed, she put the bag down for the old man. It was an alcohol shop. As thanks the old man started to hand off two of his bottles of sake. Mao's excitement increased as she went to reach the bottles, that is, until they were swept away from right in front of her. "What?"

In her excitement, Mao missed the person coming from her side. The person on roller-skates seemed young, too young to legally drink. This shocked Mao at first. "Wait. . ." Then the shocked turned to irritation, "Why. . ." To anger, "YOU!" The pure fact that someone stole something is what angered her the most and not what was stole. "GET BACK HERE!" The roller skater was already a distance away, but that was nothing for Mao. Eventually catching up with him she grabs him and holds him up with a hand. "Bottle." She demanded holding one of her hands closer to one of the boy's. Unwilling to get a bruise the boy complies and hands both back. "Now get." Without complaints the boy skates away.

Now, slightly exhausted from the sprint, Mao stumbles over to a nearby bench. At first Mao didn't notice the other girl on the bench but quickly made notice. "I'm sorry, is it alright for me to sit here?"