[ They sure are getting off, because the cart slows to a stop and telling the driver 'never mind!' would be sort of awkward, so Minato swallows whatever misgivings he has and steps off the side and onto the ground, pulling his jacket a little closer around him. If Euphemia needs a hand getting out, Minato offers her one, but otherwise, his attention is out towards the edge of the woods they are standing near, trying to listen for a name— or a voice, really, realizing that he doesn't know Euphemia's name to know what to listen for.
No name comes for him out of the fog, but instead, a steady beep... beep... beep... can be heard, a mechanical click, and a subsequent hiss of air following every single tone. ]
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No name comes for him out of the fog, but instead, a steady beep... beep... beep... can be heard, a mechanical click, and a subsequent hiss of air following every single tone. ]