[it's hard for Akira not to be worried upon seeing another one of his most precious people dragged into the stupid resort's whims!! especially when he can't imagine she chose the Dragon Lord's costume for herself? with a sharp exhale, Akira shrugs off his jacket, holding it out for Makoto to take so she can at least pretend at a bit of modesty. he can already feel his hackles rising, prickling at the back of his neck, sharp and defensive]

[focus, Kurusu]

[from behind him the director grumbles-- Hey, PA! Move out of the way so we can restart the shoot! Akira's response is quick]

-- sorry! Miss Dragon Lord has requested a short break. Give her ten minutes.

[and then he turns his attention back towards his thief, gesturing towards the set's exit, where they can find a bit of privacy in one of the empty honeywagons]

I've been here for a few months now, so I'm all right. Let's focus on getting you up to speed, okay?