He turns back to make sure she's still there, and can't help but smile when he sees her trotting behind. Soon enough they're at the Eelhound, and there's a brief moment where Bumi needs to readjust what he's carrying so he can get door for Yin.

Always open a door for a lady, his mother told him.
Always open a door for other women too, his uncle would add, and then a few seconds a swat from his mother would follow.

The proprieter, a grizzled man named Jin, stands behind the counter. The wooden club the man usually keeps concealed behind the bar is now displayed on top of it, a sure sign that things haven't been easy since the city closed off.

"Jin," Bumi greets the man with a grin.

"Chong," Jin replies in kind.

"You got room?

Jin looks about the room. The empty room, and then deadpans, "No."