The savy man in black moved slowly and with purpose towards the one who called herself Rider. The snow blue stare drifted from her battle gear to the truck behind her then back to the rubble. Quickly his eyes noticed a bit of shifted debris he'd not noticed before where the flesh of the building had been overturned. Even as the slab of rock shifted slightly with a grating jostle of stone he'd feel his intuition pointing directly at the lady before him. Or rather the party as a whole had arrived to survey the carcass of the The Habsburg Ruin in his absence. Rembering his standing orders from Otto the Lion maned Archer took up his stance fifteen meters from his fellow Servant, "[u][b]Yes. Otto Habsburg is alive and well... In fact I was tasked with returning and surveying the wreckage.[/b][/u]"

The sound of a engine igniting and sputtering reached Esfandiyār's ears as he realized that whatever had been retrieved from the wreckage was likely within that vehicle. Naturally it could be the object that his Master had sent him to retrieve and tracking down the escapee after finishing up his civil discussion with Rider would prove a hassle. Muttering a brief aria under his breath the other Servant could feel the air itself distort as if a hole had been opened in multiple places. Fangs piercing the air and flashing forward in the blink of an eye in a streak of radiant gold. Chains of pure luxury snaked around the Food Truck in the blink of an eye. Numerous and impossibly long they tightened their coils around Naoko's mode of transite. These shackles defied common sense as they began to bite into the steel and the bearings of the wheels threatening to twist off the spinning treads. After the initial "bite" of the glimmering chains there was no more damage inflicted by the bindings which seemed merely content with holding its prey in place. There was no mistaking that the regal servant could tear the Food Truck apart at a whim. 

"[u][b]I would imagine robbing from my Charge's manor could be construed as rude,[/b][/u]" At the mention of Class the weaponless bowman wouldn't answer immediately. Instead he'd carry out a brief conversation in his mind. The exchange took the speed of thought and caused the Hero to break into a smile, "[u][b]I'd rather not play the part of an Executioner, so I'll ask you return the object you've likely stashed within that truck.[/b][/u]" The hesitation and slow approach of the other servant showed she wasn't in a rush to fight and the small glance over her shoulder showed concern. At least the brief moment before the shining embrace emerged from the sky, "[u][b]What say you... Rider?[/b][/u]"