[ If he minds her scrutinizing, Yuta does not show it. If anything, he's somewhat used to it, especially coming from those who can perceive his cursed energy, and so he endures it with grace. Although he's too polite to pry, he can't help being curious about her circumstances and her abilities. Especially when she says that oppressive cursed energy like his own feels familiar. No matter how one spins that statement, that's... probably not good, is it? But if she says she doesn't mind, who is he to complain. ]

I'm afraid it's just like that.

[ His cursed energy just leaking out all over the place on its own, he means. ]

It can make things difficult, but it's been like this for so long that I got used to it.

[ It doesn't register as annoying or even frustrating anymore. That his presence unsettles those sensitive enough and can't be hidden is just a fact he's learned to live with since he was ten. In some ways, it can even be useful.

Before Yuta can think to say more, he catches movement from the corner of his eye and his instinctive glance over has him catching the attendant staring hard in their direction, probably because they haven't budged yet. Caught, he quickly looks back and offers his hand again. ]

Ah, shall we? Before she starts chasing us...