If he leans into it a little, drifting closer into the protective bubble that Jigen creates despite his useless arm, well -- it might just be imagination. Perhaps it's nothing.

He pays in cash and accepts his change. But as they head back, he crosses the street to the bridge, near the water tower that once towered over him. He pauses, lights up, and then fishes around in his pocket among the change.

He finds a single franc, turning it over in his palm, before it flashes and flies out from his hand, hitting the water on the flat edge and skipping once like a stone before it sinks.

Zenigata explains nothing. He just turns to keep walking once the ritual is done.