"My profession certainly takes that sentiment and ramps it up a notch," he agrees as he follows closely. "And the mile she seemed to cross seemed to be...already..." -doomed he wanted to say while watching her movements. Her experience shows in the way she commands the field while remaining headstrong with her ideals.
In comparison to her, Maruki always held a rather clinical case. An academic driven by thought, function and observation with ideals that some of the most stubborn men won't be able to keep up with- simply for the emotion underneath.

He looks around. Accessing. There's a flower petal that falls to the ground and Takuto leans forward- fingers grasping the small stem before it disappears and melts away. "Mementos in Tokyo has something similar to this place so maybe the theory of Nyx governing other people's cognition might be the true exception," he hums. "I wonder how much of it remains a godly influence and how much of the perception of a god is envisioned by the masses. Even counting the ones who are asleep."

He really should go to Tartarus one day.

"Ah-! I may have found a chest!" He practically calls out to her the moment he sees the glinting shine in the fog. Making his way over to it, surprised by the lack of a lock (which Azathoth used to promptly break) as he proceeds to pull it open.

A singular item. Is that...a bell?

"Fascinating," he tries to grab it then slightly flinches when he feels a prick of electricity course right through his fingers. "Ouch-!"

While he almost drops the item, the keyword remains almost because now he's holding out the item to the young woman.