"Monastery courtyard..?" She looked around carefully just in case the surroundings had changed. Of course they hadn't - it was still the dingy, noisy city she lived in and made sure wasn't going to collapse into some sort of dimensional vortex... yet. "I'm in the middle of Tokyo. A cafe, to be precise. The staff was rather alarmed at the fact that my head seemed to have caught your pasta and has been giving me towels to clean it off with."

... yet something didn't seem right. What had he said? She dabbed her hair for a moment before the full realization hit her. "You can travel through time?" That was something completely different. "What sort of favour involves time travel?"