Seishiro merely stared back at Sorano as she eyed him, and then gestured to his seatbelt. He sighed, reaching over and clicking it on. He wasn't used to city driving, and genuinely forgot about it. He didn't like being bossed around, but he also genuinely didn't want to be late. Despite her veneer of diligence, she was starting to give him the impression that she would be vindictive if he didn't bow to her orders. That would be time-consuming. In any case, if they got into a crash, he would probably be the only one to live out of the three of them.

"Clock's ticking," he grumbled, "Goddamn youkai are gonna already be dead by the time we get there."