[h1]Gintoki[/h1]
Gintoki shrugged his shoulders at Nono's comment. The visit to the restaurant was... Interesting, if anything else, but it didn't seem like much more than that. That being said, though, it wasn't as if the fight was much better. Given half the chance, he'd be content just lazing around instead, but as that clearly wouldn't be the case anytime soon he let out a small sigh.

"In a way, yeah. Though I have a sinking feeling about where we're headed..." he said dejectedly as he watched the elevator rise to their level. "She probably won't take long- Saber, I mean. Might as well go wait around higher up."

After the elevator doors opened up, Gintoki stepped inside and pressed the button for the necessary floor before leaning back against the car and waiting for his... Partner to enter.

[h1]Suwako[/h1]
Suwako watched silently as Black Rock Shooter chased away the remaining would-be kidnapper before breathing a sigh of relief and flopping down on the sand nearby.

"Sorry, sorry. But geeeez, that was annoying." she complained, staring up at the sky above before sitting upwards. "But at least I don't have to be super-serious anymore. Eh-heh~. Anyways, my name's Suwako- I'm a native god from Japan- or, well, was. That over there's Black Rock Shooter..." she began to explain, the tension rapidly dissipating from the atmosphere. Everything from her landing on Shooter's head to the weird giant things to the girl in the coffin... It took a few minutes, but by the end of it all Suwako was out of breath and gasping for air. She wasn't used to being a motormouth, and her throat was getting dry from the desert air. Lying back down on the ground, Suwako slapped the desert sand next to her with her hands, generating a small oasis to provide her with some shad e and water. Rolling over onto her stomach, Suwako cupped some of the water in her hand and drank a sip. Cool, refreshing water. Now THIS was how you made the most of it, not on top of some freezing cold mountain or something like that. A cool drink on a hot day was nothing less than a masterpiece.

[h1]Kakine[/h1]
Kakine blinked a few times at the mention of power armor in the facility. Though the concept was nowhere near foreign- Academy City had long since been developing and refining them for military purposes- the likelihood that these suits were using something that the city itself hadn't thought of wasn't too far off. Not wanting to have to intercept Marisa once again, though, Kakine created a small Dark Matter beetle, which he then commanded to lightly perch on top of the witch's hat. It would be too conspicuous to be actively holding her back, so this was probably the next best option. If worst came to worst, he could always send the beetle over to repair any mechanisms that the witch broke in the process of stealing... Though, to be fair, he would much prefer if he didn't have to take that route at all. Closing his eyes for a moment, Kakine rapidly scanned through the vision of all the beetles patrolling the area outside. Nobody seemed to be investigating, at least...

"That possibility does exist, for sure. However, I believe the city would be more interested in more efficiency than the standardized models that seem to be. Any sign of that sort of mechanism here?"