"A wingman?" He cants his head at the word, face remaining neutral despite the confused tone. He knows the word, but not the usage in this context.

Still, he doesn't allow it to bother him, as there are more pressing matters at hand, and she has agreed to the test. Yaha-kui zaShunina's floating hands vanish into thin air along with the bubble of gas, and he takes the lead as given, beginning down the road toward the Institute as if he made the trip every day (which, to be fair, he does since he does work there). Despite the noise of the crowd, he can hear if she follows or not.