Naoto's computer is state-of-the-art—or looks that way. Yousuke can't know for sure. What technological know-how he had stopped years ago, at a Junes location in Inaba.
But the footage is clear. There's the secretary, then Kuwabara an hour later. Time passes. Crates roll in and out, and for all Yousuke knows they're all filled with replica guns. And then Hashimoto stops in and then, shortly after, the cops—
Huh.
That's weird.
"Nobody left," Yousuke says. He doesn't mean to. The words just slip out.
But Naoto nods. "Yes," he says, "I noticed that as well."