Yeah? Huh... [It's drawn out, and thoughtful for it. Yukimi tips back his head, squinting toward the sky, continuing to ruffle his own hair. There's nothing urgent to it. He just scratches his head, scuffs one of his shoes against the sidewalk, and then heaves out another one of those sighs. No wonder he acts like an old man; his sighs are exhausted in the ways of the aged.]

'Kay, 'kay, okay, okay, okay. We're gonna look a little longer. If we've looked all we can look, that's that, and then it's time to move on no matter what. But if we can say we did our best, I'll be content.

[But, immediately, with a look of sharp suspicion:]

Stay on the freakin'... inside of the sidewalk. For my sake.

[He rolls his shoulders, as if steeling himself for labor, and then he's toeing around the sidewalk.]