( He checks the database file before he makes his way, so that he might at least recognise the person he's meant to be saving from bad cafeteria food. Geto arrives fairly on time, slouching up to V in sweatpants and sliders, a hand waved in greeting. )

Yo. V, yes? The soul desperately in need of better food.

( Hand curling, thumb pointing back towards himself. )

Geto. The man who knows mostly every noodle shop in the area. Shall we?