Ironic, how a neutral look suits him more -- she could not ignore the sense that his smile had felt oddly artificial. "If you walk up to random people on the street holding out a known hazardous material at 'em, you best believe you're plenty intimidating. Bring a wingman next time." How were those past (as he claimed) test subjects convinced? The very idea is concerning.

A concern for a different time. At least, for the moment, she can keep him occupied. "Never mind, let's get a move on."

While the Institute isn't visible from their position, and Kanade was not one to visit it often, she vaguely remembers the path they will take. Making a half-turn, reluctant to leave her back exposed, she gestures for him to lead the way.