[The heat and humidity hits him like an ugly wall. Armin feels his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth, forces it free. The taste of this city will take some serious adjustment, just like the crowds, the technology, the personality of it. Not to mention how the different air will affect his gear. He keeps pace with Erwin, carrying his cup with the barest touch of fingertips so as not to transfer his body heat to it. As it doesn't seem Erwin is going to order him directly, at least in this setting, Armin clears his throat, finding it sticky and phlegmy from the milkshake, which continues to fight his stomach.] Any recommendations where to start, sir?