As Hiryu was weaving his way through the collecting bodies, he was apprehended of-sorts by Feon. He could tell if she was being serious or not. Hiryu was fairly guarded about himself, even if he was a reasonable, patient person to be around. Feon's interactions, as few as they had been currently, always felt like they were probing at Hiryu, putting him on the spot. He felt as if he was only given the choice to completely brush her off with the cold shoulder or to embrace her with open arms, and Hiryu didn't really want to do either. He looked away when her rear end began to move. 

"Er - yeah that sounds like a good place to start," replied Hiryu, tried to be particular about not mentioning Feon specifically, whether positive or negative. "But I just had a run. I'll take a shower first and er, I guess we can head out to meet the merchant." he replied, before moving on to the showers. He imagined he could leave freely as Feon was not so bold as to follow him into the shower. The former nomad put a little hustle in his step as he moved for the bathroom, breathing out a sigh of relief. He hated talking to girls his own age. He felt like he was always being judged and consistently getting graded an F. He could never understand how some guys could do it... or accept it.