The sentient mop had the good grace to attempt to travel incognito-- a pair of wide-framed sunglasses further obscured his face from the roaming paparazzi, a dusty and shapeless coat and ragged flat shoes made him appear like he was little more than a college kid who had been away from home for far too long...but, there was no hiding that hair.

It was impossible to miss the news of Yosuke's departure and the strange circumstances under which he was fired, especially since Koumei himself liked to keep tabs on Flashstep because of another person in that band. What he hadn't expected, though, was that Rei would want to talk to anybody about it...nonetheless him.

He responded to the beep with a little wave of acknowledgement before going out to meet Rei in her little car. Hopefully the vehicle itself was clean, or Rei had a destination in mind that was safe for them to talk. There was no way they could entirely shake the eyes that followed the stars from both labels, but they could at least try to minimize anything that could be gleaned from their interactions.