As a whole, Ankh was not enjoying this city. It was entirely too full of troublesome people, and didn't contain nearly enough answers. He was worn out, and miserable, and really ought to crawl back to Hina's apartment or Joji's workshop and call it a day. But as he hovered low to ground, passing by the van that the argument was coming from, he slowed. That snarling voice...

He turned, and darted closer to have a better look... and then darted back and splayed his fingers in shock. Was that the detective? Shingo? Wasn't he supposed to be... not here? But it looked right, as far as his fractured memories could tell.

"Hey!" He darted on in and rose to eye level, plainly wanting to get this guy's attention. He has yet to fully realize that he's having an argument with himself, given that he's a bit wrapped up in his own wants and needs right now.