"No..." Kusai spoke, looking at the thin man wandering. "...he's got the right of it." She glared angrily at their guide, having failed in literally every task she'd asked of him, spare getting them into the city. Even then, as the filth dripped off her kimono, she had to curse for trusting his claims. "This one's just going to lead us into more trouble."
She looked at the others, then around to make sure the criminals of the city hadn't taken too much notice of them. In her mind, she was already looking for the different signs and markings that designated who protected who and with what funds. It had been long enough that she wasn't familiar with some of them. Even then, this regions Yakuza very likely had some of their own symbols, if not a completely different alphabet. She motioned for the others to follow her, stopping in front of their guide and holding out her hand expectantly. He did not earn the coin she asked him to carry, and she wasn't about to pay him for his failures. Still, there was little she could do if he resisted her claim, so if he did not turn over her money immediately, she would find another way to get it in the future.
"Come...it won't do us any good to be running after him." She turned on a heel, cool and cold as she walked quickly to catch up to Hyōryū.
When she did so, she approached at his flank, ensuring that her steps were heard before speaking. "This place is still dangerous. Do you think the wind will keep you safe from thugs and thieves?"
She saw as he walked towards a small wooden storefront. The Kanji on the sign denoted it as fresh hot food. He knew something, or was lucky - either way, she didn't think getting something to eat would lead to too much trouble. Regardless if it were fate or guidance, she couldn't help but grin as he walked in front of her. The smell of the yakitori came down the road with a gust, and she realized just how his 'wind' worked.
Hopefully the others had followed them. She still planned on treating them. They were useful to have around, for now.