[ It's a damn good thing that it takes a lot for Reiner to blush. Otherwise, he'd be purple with embarrassment as Annie starts walking off, having patted his arm and told him good luck, of all things.

Hastily, he scrambles after her, feeling flustered and embarrassed and very much like a nineteen-year-old boy, not a weapon in human skin. ]

It's— I'm not—

[ Fucking hell, is he actually stammering?! ]

I just wanted you to hear it from me. People like to talk.

[ And having been publicly together for so long, it's not a matter of "if" someone would've spilled the beans, but "when." Especially considering the bunch of gossips who call themselves the Survey Corps.

The food stalls come into view then, a wide array of tantalizing smells emanating from them that makes Reiner's stomach sit up and take notice. ]

Get whatever you want. I have plenty of Moon Coins.

[ So, yes, he is indeed buying. Whether this means more "boy talk" is unclear. ]