Neji conceded to her point with a mild nod, because missions didn't quite care if shinobi were busy when they came in. And he felt like he should offer her his hand- wanted to, even- but the faux pas that came with it left him hesitating, then dismissing the notion.

He folded his arms up into his sleeves to rid himself of the temptation and turned toward the street below, glancing down over the rails. They'd have to walk with her in that dress, but that was fine, he didn't mind. It gave them a chance to relax, rather than rush everywhere.

"In that case, do you have any particular taste for lunch?" he inquired. "I didn't pick out anywhere specific, as I don't know anything about your likes. There are restaurants that serve everything of course, but since I've proposed this, it might be fair if you're the one to choose the location."