Yato didn't know what to expect out of Titus, only that it must be serious if they were slinking off like this. In a way it almost seemed inappropriate to be discussing something so somber during a celebration, though he couldn't fault his friend if the discussion needed to be had here and now. Having found a moderately secluded area he helped himself to one of the chairs, taking a seat with his back flush against the rear, folding his hands on the table and leaning forward slightly. Of all of the players stuck here in Sword Art Online he seemed to be one of the older ones; mid-to-late teens and young adulthood appeared to be the normal range of ages in the game, meaning a lot of the players were inexperienced and young. There were plenty of issues with that in of itself to be sure, though that may not be necessarily what Titus wished to discuss.

"So in short, you're concerned about the PKing problem as of late?" Yato asked, clarifying what was said in a few words. Letting out a somber sigh he nodded his head, glancing down at his hands as the corner of his mouth turned down into a disconcerted frown. "We've had a few encounters with players like those, I won't lie about that. Thankfully we've yet to have to take a life in self defense, but I can't help but wonder when that might change. Since myself and my friends tend to be the first to venture out we happen to run into a fair number of nasty players, most of which know better and give us a wide berth. Occasionally, however, we get into conflict." It was hardly an ideal situation for anyone, especially players who weren't quite at the Clearers' level. Yato and his companions were on par with some of the best, so realistically they could handle just about anything the current game threw at them, including other players. Most of the base of players however were well below the current level cap, meaning a good portion of the population was at risk. "So we knew there's a problem, I suppose my question now to you is... What do you intend to do about it?"

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Suto's mouth twitched with disbelief as Yari got his name wrong, struggling to keep a smile as a single drop of sweat slipped down his forehead. Oh no, she really was drunk! If Fitch found out he was going to be so pissed, they had to try and get her to relax and sober up. "I uh... I was just going to carry it for you! I never said you couldn't have it back," the martial artist lied, smiling nervously as he kept a grip on his friend's wrist, "And my name is Suto... That's Nero, the one with the white hair. Remember? Suuuuuto." Letting out an exasperated sigh he rubbed at his head, smiling gratefully when his other friend offered to give him a hand. "I figure somewhere quick and easy, and nearby preferably. I'm pretty sure I saw a sandwich shop around here on our way out..." If they could even get there without Yari passing out, or wandering off in search of another drink. Oh man, what a day!

With his hand still around Yari's wrist, Suto began leading his friends away from the hustle and bustle of the celebration, and hopefully away from all of the drinks. He'd never known his friend to drink before, so why suddenly start? Maybe it was just the stress of everything that had happened, which if that was the case he could hardly fault her. Everyone had their own way of dealing with the difficulties that SAO presented, and for him it was drowning his worries in fervent celebration; Yari drowned her problems as well it seemed, only she did it with alcohol, not parties. As he had suspected there was indeed a sandwich shop not two blocks from where the party was being held, manned by an older NPC and what looked to be his assistant. Smiling in relief as they got into the short line, Suto turned to Yari and again tried to ease the drink from her hand, nodding his head towards the menu above the counter. "What do you want to eat? My treat!"