"R-right... I went at it like they were horses. So how do people ride 'em?" He hesitated, then took the offered hand. But rather than yank her to the floor, he motored on up and opted for the touch, if anything to soothe his frazzled nerves.

He'd need it, too, as one of the handlers had risen their voice over the din and was asking them to leave. The race was soon going to start and he didn't need to stress out any of the other birds.

Kanji's shoulders had tightened. He wanted to argue, but something held him at bay: Experience. He had a Berserker asterisk. He knew anger. He knew what power it'd give. It had also helped him to learn how to put a damper on his own temper.

But his temper had, unfortunately, reminded him of a recent memory.

"...Tch. Here too, huh?" He glowered.

"Whatever. Let's get outta here."