[Loooooking between the brothers with the tiniest sliver of apprehension. Something tells him Yukio's assessment carries the weight of personal experience (or perhaps pain).]

Ah— I think it's safe to say we all look sort of— Foreign, but I'm quite familiar with the back streets there. If you have a cap or a hood to cover your heads with, [ hide their facial features, basically, to avoid getting recognised later ] we should be fine.

[ placing a hand over his stomach in reflex ] I'm fine, just—[ he manages to say this with a remarkably straight face: ]—a little hungry.

[Blinks between Yukio and Rin next, lips quirking at their matching expressions. Very matching expressions. 'Nii-san' and 'Ani', was it? He's pretty sure that means—]

You're brothers, then?

[The wrought iron gates of the graveyard should be visible just up ahead!]