"Which makes perfect sense," his own voice was light, conversational, "and I suppose it's true that it matters a lot less out here, without our every move being scrutinised."

Which wasn't to say he was willing to allow his own guard to drop quite as much; he was forever wary, and he'd prefer that - when they reached this mysterious City they were headed towards, providing they did all make it - there were no opportunities for him to be caught out. The idea of 'memory rehabilitation' held little appeal for him at all.

"Well then. I'd hate for you to think me rude. Toshiyuki Kaneko," and he gave her a small smile before uttering the one small clue he was prepared to give towards his unwillingness to believe the story they'd been given, "I don't think it suits me, particularly."