Dazai stares up at the warehouse, his expression blank. "I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof or something." he exclaimed with a shrug as he turned to look over his shoulder to you, his left eye stares at you while his bandages cover his right eye.

You peered up at the towering warehouse before you, irritation evident on your features. "Alright, but is it explosion-proof?"

Dazai shrugged nonchalantly. "Mori seemed certain of it. Something about special reinforced walls and whatnot. Which means the direct approach probably won't work for you, as fun as that would be."

You scoffed. "Tch. Since when do you care about taking the cautious route?" Your gaze fell upon your wrist, annoyance flaring anew at the restraint of Dazai's hand on your wrist nullifying your ability. Ever since your last run with the Port Mafia, Dazai had been more cautious about collateral damage.

"Hey, I'm just looking out for your well-being," Dazai replied lightly. "Wouldn't want you to waste all that energy for nothing." He brightened as an idea struck. "But...there may be another way. What if I create a distraction inside to draw them out? Then you could handle things from the outside without too much fallout."