"I'll keep you to that." In response to getting bought a new coat, that is. No sense in turning down something for free, especially when he's still trying to get his bearings down himself.

The fact that the guy's from Inaba of all places, though, gets Shinjiro's brows to raise in faint surprise, if only because it was so close to home. Most people he'd run into had been from far and wide, which only added to the weirdly surreal experience of it. Having someone from a place he'd heard of is a sudden grounding of reality.

"No shit?" A head tilt, and he tucks the angry bagged cat under an arm to keep it a bit more secure, shifting his weight more comfortably. "Guess you do look like a cop. Any detective instincts tellin' you where we gotta take this?"

Because he's in this now, might as well see it through. Maybe there's even some kinda reward in it for him.

(One can hope.)

AT the question of himself, he frowns and shakes his head. "Just some guy from Iwatodai. And the essence is just some dumb kid from Sparta." ...Granted, it's a dumb kid who hatched from an egg with an immortal twin brother and ended up joining the Argonauts, but. You know. Details.

"Though I'm kinda glad it didn't end up with me all dressed in armor and shit." Pointed look at Dojima.