[ Pyrrha tugs her CereVice out of its holding spot - the pouch that would have, in different circumstances, held her scroll - and, holding it resolutely, favours Sousei with an appreciative smile. ]

I think I can handle that.

[ And then, without missing a beat, ]

Sorry, but I ought to go find [ my occasionally helpless partner ] a friend of mine and show him the way. Thank you for the directions.

[ Unless he has much else further to add, she'll be off. Hopefully, though, it won't be their last encounter. Social link, get. ]