"Did it get bad?" JK hadn't seemed nervous when Ryusei had left, but anything could have changed since. Confronting Gamou couldn't have been easy, he didn't think, but he hadn't been there and had only the others' accounts to go off of. Kengo had come back, in any case, so Ryusei assumed their memories of Gamou might have softened somewhat since then.

"I'll go with you, I have some time. How far is it?" 'Other side of the city' could mean several directions, and if the route took them past Ryusei's place, they could take Ryusei's bike. He was sure he had an extra helmet stowed away somewhere; the question was whether or not it would fit. If it didn't, they would have detoured for no reason, so Ryusei figured they'd only take it if they were going that way.