Although he hasn’t been here in a while (not since he bribed a certain someone to help him take photos with visiting the chocobos), Togusa knows the way to the Downs, specifically back to the stables where the police chocobos are, instead of the racing birds. He’s starting to get used to the sounds of ‘kweh’s instead of horse whinnies and snorts. The look he gives them is still a little uneasy, though, it would be worse to their four-legged counterparts.

“Baudin?” Togusa calls out when he can’t immediately find the officer.