It's exactly how she had predicted. The burgundy coat stands out amid the dull greys and browns of the rest of the district. His walk is even more distinctive - hands shoved deep into pockets, purposeful without a purpose... much like the boy with a very different color palette walking beside her, actually. She grabs said boy's hand, yanking it from its safety net.

"That's Shinjiro-senpai, Minato - come on!" And she takes off running, hand in tow, before even looking to see if her brother is following. If they aren't quick, they'll lose him.