"I'll take your word for it," he shrugged; it was better than nothing after all, and as things stood he wasn't at all certain he was cut out for a journey like this. He may have been fast, skilled in parkour, and knew his way around a fight if he absolutely couldn't avoid it, but he'd done enough research since arriving here to know that the kinds of things they may run into out in the desert are far beyond his level of expertise; intelligence had always been his forte, not physical prowess. Nor was he unaccustomed to relying on anyone else, but on this occasion he knew he was going to have to get used to it; in all likelihood he'd need the rest of the group if he was going to survive.

"Toshiyuki Kaneko," the name still felt strange and unfamiliar on his tongue, but he managed to say it as smoothly as though it really did belong to him, nonetheless.