Yosuke was still in a bit of a daze. Even a month later, being sucked into the future was a real trip. Try as he might to play it cool, his eyes were almost permanently a bit wider, and more alert. Which was useful in situations like this, where someone was addressing him at random. Not long ago he would have daydreamed his way right past the girl, lost in whatever was whirling around in his head and the bass line thumping in his headphones.

But not today. This time, he glances up-and then down to where she is-startled easily out if his thoughts. "Huh? Oh. Sure."

And he does toss it to her, though unlike his life at home, nothing here is rushed. There's more time to kill than he can honestly bear, and he's bored completely out if his skull nearly all the time. So, he doesn't walk away after fulfilling the request. Instead he glances around looking for more. "Do you need some help?"