So they've both nailed it is what Chikusa is hearing.

Still, he understands what Gladion is saying. There's a time and place, and in the front area of a still open shop in the daytime when everyone tries to cram their business in because of the curfew.... Yeah. Not it. So he nods to the back, shuffling over and leading the way to a small storeroom. It's a bit cramped, brimming with the smell of earth, but it does well enough. Sagging onto a small stack of fertilizer, he inclines his head in Gladion's direction.

"What did you want to talk about...?"