[ She is following, though Takara's brisk pace is a slight inconvenience to her. Maybe it's just that she's fucking ancient, but Andy's gotten used to moving on her own schedule for anything that isn't work or an emergency — and she's pretty sure nobody will die if they don't absolutely book it to this restaurant, so. ]

What the fuck's the hurry, Legs. [ It's a dry little quip from slightly behind Takara. ] I'm half a foot shorter than you and about two hundred times older, so take it easy on me.