Yamamoto may not like or even fully understand what is required of him in this place save for 'have sex', which he's never done, but he is calm. The groups of people looking like they are comfortable with their city and even the pairs that seem to more comfortable displaying their... affection are bothering him. The swordsman would rather look out for his friends and the rest of their 'family' as he travels down the street in search of a familiar face.

There is no clear distress in his expression, only the knowledge that they must be somewhere and that he has a responsibility to them to pass on what he knows. Before that, though, comes the desire to help someone in trouble. Sara doesn't know him, and he doesn't know her, but she looks troubled, so the swordsman follows.

The sound of the festivities grow quiet as he leaves them behind and stops behind her, hearing her pant and looking worried. Either she's just out of breath, or she really intends to run straight out of the city. Whatever reason it is, Yamamoto doesn't think it's wise for a girl to be alone... especially with the nature of this place.

"Excuse me." The Rain says softly, standing relaxed behind her with his brow knitted in slight concern.