His stride is just that little too fast for her, but just as he was expecting, she pushes herself and is trotting beside him again before long, smirk wide at the victory over her own body.

"No kidding. What happened to it?" She remembers it too, though to her it's literally yesterday so, hey, not exactly an impressive feat. The guy who worked there had signed bowls from nearly every Swordsman along the back of the stoves - she remembered spending an hour trying to smash one of them. Can't remember whose it was... It'll come to her. She stumbles as they round a corner, but makes up the time by cutting to the inside, and shoots him a look in case he caught it.