She was right, of course. That much, he couldn't deny, at least with nothing that sprang to his mind that very moment. But even so, the disappointment with the lack of activity was writ clear on his face, with an expression that fell somewhere between sheepish and annoyed. Nevertheless, when he did finally deign to speak, he did so with as hopeful a tone as he could think to muster. It rang a little hollow, given that he had quite obviously been hoping for something more exciting than a stiff breeze to happen, but the effort was there.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. How about we loop back around if nothing turns up in the last bit?" He asked, though his eyes were scanning the area rather than turned towards her. Perhaps he was just being vigilant - or perhaps he was just hoping that there was something out there lurking, and all he had to do was look closely at the distance to find it. Alas, his vigilance was for naught, and little more than a stray wrapper crossed their paths. "If we're gonna be pros, we gotta be thorough about it."

His assumption that the third area would be as uneventful as the previous two was - to his barely-hidden surprise - sorely mistaken. Even from a fair distance away, he could see that there were people loitering about the area, and it didn't look like the area's residents trying to sneak in a smoke break before heading back inside. Indeed, from what little he could see and hear, there was a transaction taking place - and if previous experience was anything to go off of, it wasn't one that was exactly legal. He signalled for Spectrum to stop and hide, then whispered to her, keeping an eye on the individuals from the shadows he was crouched in.

Fortunately for them both, plotting the route didn't take much effort. The shortest route that took them through all three was, coincidentally, ordered in just the way that he'd listed them out. Unwilling to look a gift horse in the mouth, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, now confident that he knew where he was going. He would likely have to check it now and again, of course, but he supposed that he would cross that bridge when they came to it. For now, there was a patrol to get on with.

Hyousuke turned into the first area slowly, making some token attempt at surveying the area before he acted rashly. At first glance, the short route behind the apartments didn't seem to hold anything terribly exciting. There was someone leaning against the wall and lighting a cigarette up, but they didn't seem to be in any hurry to do much of anything. They were close to the apartment's back entrance too - hardly the best place for a thief to wait for a mark.

Letting him take point was perhaps not the best of ideas. Not because he lacked any kind of defensive or recon-related abilities, but because he was about as reckless as a UA student was allowed to be before getting booted out of the door. However, he didn't respond with that, instead nodding enthusiastically to her proposal, and voicing his acknowledgement of it. It was hardly as if he had any better ideas, after all, and could use somebody to watch his back. He didn't think that this part of Tokyo would hide anyone particularly devious, but he knew from experience that it was best to be prepared.

However, her putting forward that he not only take point, but also make the call on how they approached each situation, was something that he wasn't as pleased to hear. He wasn't the 'plan' man. He was barely even an ideas guy. The two brain cells rattling around inside his skull were dedicated entirely to how best to throw his fists against whichever opponent he was looking at. But, with him unwilling to appear inadequate in the presence of a peer, and wanting to maintain that can-do, confident attitude, he nodded just as enthusiastically as before.

Outwardly, Hyousuke was as bright as a bulb. Beaming like the sun, and with a stance as confident as anything, he seemed to simply acknowledge the comparison to another hero without offering much more by way of a response. To others, it might have seemed like he simply didn't have much to say on the matter. However, in truth, a part of him resented that his Quirk - something that barely put him above a particularly well-trained athlete, as far as he was concerned - was being compared to a far stronger, far more useful, one. The last thing he needed was a reminder of his strength, or lack thereof.

But his resentment wasn't shown in anything but his silence, and even that was more likely to be interpreted as him listening intently rather than responding at every chance. It wasn't until she asked a question that he even spoke.
"It's just a battery," he explained, "That uses my body like a circuit, so I don't think it can get out. Maybe I should try that sometime..." He had, of course, tried before. He wanted more than just the ability to catch his breath quickly - he wanted to be up there in the big leagues, with versatile and powerful Quirks. Something like Dauntless', that could knock a villain flat on their back, or hers, that no doubt had a litany of uses that a smarter person than him could list.

However, he didn't give her much of a chance to follow up with a response about his Quirk, instead moving swiftly on to asking about the patrol route. Again, he listened intently, though this time it wasn't with resentment festering inside him. He genuinely was interested in hearing her thoughts - though he kept his knowledge and experience with running in some small-time, ragtag group of delinquents quiet. He wasn't sure how she'd react to such a revelation, and it wasn't the kind of topic to be brought up on a first meeting anyway. Better to just keep things moving.

"Out of all of these? I think we should try and focus on here, here, and here." He pointed at three spots specifically, and placed his phone down on the table between them so that they both had a clear view of what he was getting at. "This one looks like it's used like a shortcut from one part of the street to the other. It's by some apartments, but someone quick or quiet enough could snatch a purse off someone not paying attention. This one goes behind some businesses, but it's longer than the first one, so there's bound to be a blind spot or two where the cameras won't catch them. And this one seems like it's the worst of both. Cheap apartments and no shops, so it probably doesn't have much security, long enough for someone to jump you and run off if you're not careful, and too far from the street for any lights or police patrols to help before they've run off."

He had to admit, part of him had been worried that she'd see his vague ramblings about "the orange ones" as him not being invested enough. However, her rather enthusiastic reaction to him showing off that particular picture - and to his love of a species of cats that shared a single braincell between them all - was enough to allay his fears before they began to spiral out of his control. True, he didn't actually know his stuff about cats beyond knowing that they were all good kitties and needed petting, but he liked to think he made up for it with his own enthusiasm.

That said, he was a little surprised at her revealing he was the first to show up. Granted, he was fairly early, and the club was new - but that still left him with his expression twisting into something a little more perplexed.
"I'm the first?" He questioned. "But cats are so cool! This place should be packed! We should be-" He cut himself off abruptly, glancing away for a second, before continuing. "What should we be doing? I might've skipped that part of the poster." By which he meant he'd almost immediately gone to the mentioned classroom at the mention of a cat-based club, such was his excitement at the idea.

Johanna Larsen

With its status as the nation's capital, Tokyo had its fair share of crime. Not all of it was a flashy affair, like a building-levelling villain running amok, or tracking a thief that could vanish like a ghost, however. More often than not, it was simple affairs - muggings, robbery, petty theft, and other such low-level crimes. While the police did their best to prevent them - and put right the crimes they couldn't prevent - Tokyo was a big city, and there were only ever so many officers that could be dedicated to the task.

With so much ground to cover and so much going on, it was no small wonder that the presence of a costumed hero patrolling the area was welcomed by citizens and police alike. No doubt there were those that weren't keen on it, but Hyousuke had been cleared for the job after having passed the necessary checks, and by the sounds of it, so had his partner. Someone by the name of "Prism," he'd been told. He wasn't sure what kind of Quirk they had, but hopefully, they wouldn't need to use them. As much as he was itching for a good scrap, he didn't want one at the expense of someone else's safety.