Sano was relieved to see that Mishima was still in the same area where he last saw him. The ex-op really didn’t feel like executing a search and retrieve mission, looking for an errant news reporter.

It was nice that the guy offered to lend Sano a hand, if he needed one, but the older man figured that if he and Mishima ever met up again, it would probably be the kid who needed help.

“Glad that I could help. Thanks for the offer kid, but the best thing you can do for me is to stay out of trouble and don’t mix roller blades with dog walking. I’m not always gon’na to be around to save your butt.”

With that, Sano nodded his head and continued on his way at a brisk jog, determined to finish his fitness routine that was unexpectedly interrupted.