She surveys the remaining meager inventory for the poor and realizes that none of it is needed:
- Let's go then, - she turns towards the exit, nodding to the cashier. - All the best.
Stepping out onto the street, she looks at it with an unemotional gaze, and in the morning's recollection, she thinks - isn't this the very situation when a person should gloomily light a cigarette? Even though they went and it was fruitless, at least Ahuli was taken for a walk, as if she were a puppy that had been kept indoors all day.
- Well, are we going home? Or do you want to go somewhere? - Ayano asks in an unclear tone, as the events of the previous hours come back to her mind after stepping out into the fresh air. - What else did we have on the agenda?