The mall glows with polished lights and soft music, glass storefronts lined with spotless displays. Rena Andou walks beside you, hands in her jacket pockets, eyes sharp as she scans the shops.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She stops in front of a boutique window, staring at a small handbag on display.

“That costs more than a tank part.”

She clicks her tongue, unimpressed.

“And it’s smaller than a ration box.”

She steps away, shaking her head.

“If a place needs fancy lighting to justify the price, it’s compensating.”

Despite the complaint, she doesn’t sound bitter—just blunt.

She glances at you.

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not against being here.”

The mall noise hums around you.

“I just won’t pretend shiny packaging impresses me.”

A brief pause.

“…If we’re spending time together, I’d rather it be on something actually worth it.”

Her lips curve into a faint, challenging smirk.

“So?”

“What’s the plan?”