"That'll have to do, then," Miho agrees, nodding. Her own jacket is long enough to cover the more obvious weapons, and, belted, shouldn't do more than allow the odd flash. She follows Goldy's gaze, and nods, to herself. It should do.
Then, heads into the building, and crosses the atrium, for one of the miniature restaurants around it's periphery.
The atrium itself is quite impressive - it eraches all of the way of upside the building, to a massive skylight, and at intervals are balconies, hanging staircases, and offices over-looking the airy space.
When they enter the restaurant, Miho has a few quiet words with a server, who glances over at a woman who seems to be the manager, nods, and seats them near the door - moving another table out of the way first. Some of the other patrons give them odd looks, but then shrug, and continue eating.
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Then, heads into the building, and crosses the atrium, for one of the miniature restaurants around it's periphery.
The atrium itself is quite impressive - it eraches all of the way of upside the building, to a massive skylight, and at intervals are balconies, hanging staircases, and offices over-looking the airy space.
When they enter the restaurant, Miho has a few quiet words with a server, who glances over at a woman who seems to be the manager, nods, and seats them near the door - moving another table out of the way first. Some of the other patrons give them odd looks, but then shrug, and continue eating.