There was a light suddenly near to him, and Mikado turned toward it (not jumped, which he should be grateful for. It seemed that not every interaction would begin in embarrassment...). The owner of it seemed to be a boy around his own age, maybe a little older. Mikado was beginning to wonder if everyone he came into contact with would be that pattern.

He angled his flashlight down politely. "It'd be strange if someone didn't have one," he replied, trying for brevity. It came off slightly awkward, a beat too late, but by now he was becoming used to this.