"Mh," Falcon hums in agreement, glancing around. He's slowly been getting more antsy the longer he's out here. The yukata is nice and all, but he feels... wrong. Even though he doesn't feel touch as keenly as humans, the yukata feels like it's clinging to his mesh and metal, slowly burning him alive-- which is ridiculous, of course, but--

"I'm going to change out of it now," he says quietly, turning back to the changing booths, though not before nodding at Hamuko. "... Thank you."