"Uh..."

Whirl didn't have any idea, it's not like he's done this kind of thing before. Over four million years old and completely clueless on most social norms, or at least ones that humans would consider somewhat important. Perhaps as if on cue, Rotorstorm pipes up. The Gotsumon handing one of the maps to Tetsushi.

"There's a map, you guys could decide while looking at that," the digimon is grinning even as Whirl shoots him a dirty look.