When it came to rescuing Alt, Johnny was extremely proactive. Even during the short time Rogue's people spent repainting the aerodyne, he paced back and forth anxiously, constantly rubbing his hands.
Especially when he saw Deathstroke beside him holding a grilled squid skewer in one hand while using a strange pose with the other to sprinkle salt over it, he grew even more impatient.
The coarse salt slid down Deathstroke's arm, past his elbow, and fell grain by grain onto the food. Deathstroke himself wore an extremely proud expression, as though he were doing something remarkable. Johnny simply could not understand it.
Perhaps his stare had been too obvious and revealed what he was thinking. As Su Ming shared the squid skewer in his hand with Ciri, he said to Silverhand:
"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in such a hurry. Out of the four of us, not one is a hacker. Even if we fought our way to Mikoshi, wouldn't we just have to wait there? So let's wait until my hacker is ready."
That Mikoshi thing was not connected to the outside network at all. To access the data in its local network, someone still had to go down there in person, so even Adjutant could not help with this.
Besides, after dealing with Alt, there was still the matter of investigating the Blackwall. That required Songbird as a guide, so they might as well leave all of it to her.
"Fuck." Johnny had no answer to that. He scratched at his hair and turned in a circle on the spot. "You should have left Saburo Arasaka to me. I would've torn out his guts and strangled him with them. I wouldn't have let him die so easily, and it would've given me something to