Kanji's not tech-illiterate. He hauls the majority; his Ma' isn't too surefire with learning it, so... without want, he manages. 'Course, it's less than Yosuke, Rise-senpai, but he manages... and if he was big enough of a dumbass to not recognize a friggin' robot, he wasn't deserving of claiming himself any bit 'knowledgeable.'

(Arguably, he shouldn't do that anyways... not like anybody would seek him out for tech stuff. Or anything, really, though.)

Were it not for the crisp evening, the sun down near right after school, Kanji wouldn't have sussed out anything different about this ... person? Felt wrong to not call them a person. Whatever. Kanji wouldn't have thought anything of it... but the halo of blue seeping from her eyes, a beacon in the dark, keyed him in on a detail or two. Though his hand reached in his pocket, he didn't procure any shades, and his Shadow-senses weren't going haywire, so... 'least they weren't a threat in that regard.

Could Shadows come over to their world?

Deciding that's far too much thinking after a full school day, Kanji rolls his shoulders.

"If you're gonna' do somethin', hurry up 'n do it. I wanna get home."