Janus
Of course he'd be the one carrying her clothes. It ought not to be a problem, what with a battle to the death potentially about to partake. But he followed instructions, looking for a sheltered location. Clothing stores were too open, food courts too exposed, and a closet much too small. He laid eyes on a small food joint near the corner facing entrance. It's a risky gamble: other masters and servants must know that each other is smart enough not to fight in the open, yet not dumb enough to hide in just any location. By the look of it, the joint looked like it would lead to another part of the mall, so if fight came to flight, they would have an exit: or so he hoped.
"Pizza place, 10 o'clock," he signaled. "Catch up after you've caught a glimpse." Janus was off, checking the layout of the joint to which he ran. Noriko would catch up before he could get a good idea of the place.