The armored figure flies beside the carriage, missing out on the awkward silence inside it.

Hopefully being flung across the road did good things for Haru's credibility as Not A Murderer.

Not good enough to get them to talk to him, evidently. As they get closer to London an older woman in the carriage will ask him if there's a place they should drop him off.

"I've been staying at the Oakhill estate."

Another awkward silence.

"Perhaps if you intend to head towards the noble quarter you would prefer a ride from our armored guardian?"

"I am new in the area and if it would be too far out of your way I certainly have no intention of insisting, but Lady Oakhill might be in a better position to return this carriage to its owner without further incident after it's served its purpose tonight."

"It would be impolite for the carriage to return with another driver - we'll see it turned into the city constabulary so it can get to its original owner."

"I can fly you to the Oakhill manor," comes the echoey voice of the armored protector from outside the carriage.

"All right, thank you."

Haru gets dropped off on the outskirts of London, where the armored figure can wrap their arms around him.

He attempts to steady himself in the grip - not that he expects this person's grip isn't as adequate as his, and when he can use his superpowers he flies around all the time - brushes against their hand -

A flicker of guiding, of strong compatibility somehow very far away, and the distant brush of a psychic connection.

"- who are you? Please?"

"Hrm?" asks the vibrating voice.

"It's a long story but how can I find you again, I assume you're busy but I can explain some better time -"

"I can find you."

"Okay, please do, it's important, it's just such a long story."

"Understood."

"Thank you for showing up to save those people."

"It's the least I can do."

"How did you find them, are there people ambushing carriages constantly that you can just overfly any major road...?"

"I saw the signal arrow."

"Ah, I thought the fellow with the tongue had grabbed it before anybody'd spot it but I'm glad I was mistaken."

"Yes."

... They're really not good at this part of the job are they.

He's not backlashed so he doesn't have to have a conversation if they don't want to.