Souji boards a stagecoach, looking curious, occasionally pausing to put on his glasses, glance around, and take them off again - a tall, well-muscled, darkly tanned Japanese boy of twenty-one years old in a black polo shirt with a popped collar and blue jeans that have been ironed and pressed and show his legs off to their best advantage.

After a few blocks, however, the stagecoach rumbles briefly over the cobbles, then becomes a broad purple flying carpet with impressive braided tassels and takes off, tacking smoothly into the breeze and rising to give an aerial view of the city. Souji manages to keep his outward cool and his position, but he leans over to wrap a hand around the wrist of the person next to him, expression one of wide-eyed and earnest concern.

"...Hope you don't get airsick."