[ The good thing about Akechi: hands are kept to himself; he doesn't dissolve into maudlin displays of searing fondness; thoughts, eventually conveyed, uphold the basis of logic than a heart that openly bleeds, ugly and profuse; the entire world shall remain none the wiser.

And the bad? Well. Goro, at least, has the courtesy, despite the prolonged pause, to relent; two syllables are all he needs to recognize that voice -- ]

Long time no see. [ The dark is untrustworthy, still. Strides are taken before something is heard skidding across the floor. His helmet slides back into place over his head right after, though there's considerable distance between them now. Blind pursuit means aimless wandering, ample room and time made to react if "Akira" happens to be an imposter hiding themselves away in a swathe of shadows. ]

I don't suppose you know a way out of this place. [ Holding adversaries at gunpoint means he has an idea, sort of, though everyone was being purposefully vague or seemed to shove the responsibility of an obscured answer onto somebody else of their ilk. But, wait -- ]

Better yet, you wouldn't happen to have a mobile phone on you, would you?