It’d be hard to ignore someone getting in his space so much, and with Ken, it’s even more impossible. Chikusa can guess the reason why. After all, he’s distrubed himself, even if it’s hidden under layers and layers. He won’t say anything- he’s not sure if he even possesses the ability to do so sometimes- but he does let their arms bump and brush against one another as he shuffles his way through these foreign halls.

“...Maybe.” He pauses, glancing at a room they’re passing by. “We can’t say anything for certain… And it’s better if we get back to Mukuro-sama one way or another.” If this is a test, they need to get to him immediately to prove their value. If this is something different… Then they still need to get to him, but for an entirely different reason.