[He does lean in when she feeds the piece to him, though not without a questioning blink at her. A don't you think that's too much?. Being used to giving a wide berth, undercover or not, Mamoru is all about setting boundaries. Not getting close and not letting people get close.] That's fai-

[It's instinct that makes him grab her hand when she reaches to rub at his lips, a little too forceful to be caring - almost frightened, violent. He realizes the mistake he's done upon the gaze on them; the person watching them and their intent pulling at the back of his head at a point where it's just needing confirmation to engage.

He sighs, a little resolutely, and presses his lips on her knuckles, running the thumb visibly so that everyone can see. Mutters against them so that any lip reader has trouble to decipher it.] There's three - one on the move, getting a vantage point on us, the other two looking. I'm sure you spotted the one closest to us, she's wearing a concealed weapon strapped to her thigh.