[Lupin, for his part, isn't as focused or dedicated as his comrade-in-arms. Instead of straining those ears for a hint of a familiar voice on the cold wind, he's still entirely focused on the bizaare book.]

Goddammit, Goemon! This really, really isn't cool. I don't want to be yanked around here--i just want a place where I can get food, maybe catch a nap, and maybe, maybe find some decent clothes. Or a gun. I can't shoot little birdies for food without a gun!

[He groans.] This is POINTLESS! [He snaps the book shut, prepared to punt it--and pauses. Goemon did say something about using that book to find more people if the two happen to not meet.

Instead he sighs, and smacks his forehead with a cold hand.]

Goddammit!