"It's not a-*cough* death rattle." The retort is grouchy, but only for the look of the thing. "Anyway, I can't just hide away indoors. The criminals are out there."

The Shadow eyes his grubby robes, and makes a mental note to get him something new for Christmas. He tends to dress well out of habit, and while the ragged state of Ichi's clothes doesn't really bother him, it seems like fitting payment for the unfamiliar attempts of friendship. "I'll look around. You'll have to make several outings, I think, to get used to cars."