[ Content to let him lull in his arms, Kizuna steps away from the car, dutifully shutting its door behind them. Goodbye, disco ball... party on. ]

Hmm, in that case~ [ Spinning a little on his heel, the motion controlled and soft enough so as not to jostle his precious cargo, Kizuna begins to march off through the rows of cars. Focusing on one soul's emotions is much easier than spreading himself too thin over the din of the garage and all its misplaced arrivals. ] I think I know just the spot.

[ Reaching the elevator, Kizuna patiently idles while he waits for it, stepping in and quickly hitting the button to seal them in the silence alone. Sorry fellow patrons, wife comes first. ]

But it's a far way to go by elevator. You can relax here though.