"Or," Jingyi says, cocking his head to the side and eyeing Ryo in something closer to bemusement than anything else, as the one who has definitely argued against the inarguable repeatedly in his life, "We take a ride there now and rest once we're in, because we don't know how stable anything out here is, right?"

He stops trying to get back into his robes, holding up his hands, palms out to Ryo.

"I've been pulling people out of the barriers between sections, just like these two," he says, nodding toward the teens on the sofa. They pipe up echoing that it felt like they'd been walking forever, but they just couldn't get through to anywhere. He waits for that comment to finish before turning his gaze back to Ryo. "The centre's the literal centre as far as I can tell. It's also a total headache, but you're right, it's the strongest and most stable area in the city by now."