That gets a quick grin, undercut with a shyer shrug. A brief break in their walking ensues, Benji a bit awkward in navigating the pockets of her jacket and shifting aside her bag to do so to recover her CiD, before continuing. "I think that sounds like a win for me," she points out, eyes on screen as she, a little ponderously, types out the address of the Badside house before she can forget.

Ping. Or whatever sound or indication Xas's CiD makes, should he gave it on him, that a message is received.