"Yeah, it's the hotel." Unease paints Heine's tone and perhaps more than typical with Naoto being there. On one hand he's glad to see her in his own reserved way, yet the other has his head spinning.

"Here, this dropped." The slip of paper is picked off the floor and hand to her without a glance. He has a good idea what the words entail. The addition of sweets throws matters for a loop however.

"You alright?"