The feeling of hands on his jets still made the back of Harpuia's neck prickle, but the pressure registering on his sensors was surprisingly gentle. Maybe Zero was getting more used to it, too. Just as always, a simple click as Harpuia disconnected them, they fell away in Zero's grasp.

"Thank you." Harpuia was quick to turn around, keeping the exposed ports on his back out of sight. With the smooth efficiency typical to him, he gathered up the clothing he'd picked out for himself and strode into a change room.

"Don't feel like you need to wait for me," he called out. "If there's anything else you want to try on, then go ahead."