Ah —

( Ko is small and slight and dressed in a similar get-up; shorts far too short and a top that exposes his hips, too tight over his chest.

He reaches forward to grab at Nacho's hand — gently, though his hand is necrotic and cold to the touch, which might be ... freaky. )

I'd been looking for you, let's go. Excuse us.

( And he meets the woman's gaze briefly, pulling Nacho aside and away without room for protest.

Once they get far enough away, Ko speaks again, crossing his arms as he walks. )

This place is new to you too? You don't seem like a local ...