Government buildings? Where he'd be living? Yamato pressed his mouth into a thin line, confused and hating himself for it. Was he being relocated...? His head was beginning to hurt. He had heard no whispers of him moving to a new location, and he doubted that he would be abandoned in the middle of a civilian street without explanation. Considering how they tried to keep him as separate as possible from the common man...

He was broken out of his anxious thoughts by the woman speaking again, and he looked up to see a large building. It was somewhat sparse, crowd wise, this late at night, and the clock mounted on the very front of the building said it was inching close to ten o'clock at night.

"...no," he said after a pause, disliking how the woman was speaking to him. She sounded... patronising to his ears. Treating him like a child. It irritated him. "I've never been on public transportation before."