Great job Shinichi, insult the person looking for your help.
He fell silent briefly before answering the question. “No ….I don’t own one. I’m sorry, let me go call a cab.”
Way to go, insult him more.
He stood from the table quickly and sent papers scattering across the cafe floor. Stunned he stared at them then slowly bent to the floor and started picking the up and placing them back into their correct files. His hands trembled from the embarrassment.
“Ah- Kudou-san,” Hakuba said, shifting immediately to help, though Twig beat him to it, carefully scooping up pages gently in her teeth to hold out to Shinichi. “Twig, hold… … god, I hope…."
Ultimately, he remained sitting in the booth, too nervous to try to move to help for fear that he’d really wrench his back, but he felt terribly for putting the other through the ordeal. "It’s not far, right? District 2, block 22… I can make it just fine walking, so long as you don’t mind my being a little slow…” Hakuba frowned as he said it, watching the corgi as she attempted to help the detective. “Twig has very short legs, you see.”