[Ah, right, names. Names are useful and important. That's one thing he's pretty good about.]

Lorem. I got it. I'm Kenpachi Zaraki... and this is Nozarashi.
[He gestures at his sword, for the second name. Apparently this beaten-up looking sword has a name? He'd considered not giving the sword's name, but... It'd taken him so long to learn it, and he aught to make up for lost time. Let everyone know the sword's name. As far as going in for questioning, thought, he scoffs at the possibility.]
I wouldn't worry too much about the police, though. They'd have to catch me, first.

[He trudges along his course for maybe another minute, before stopping, looking around at the street they're on. It's completely unfamiliar, though that's not new. More importantly, he doesn't see their destination anywhere. He turns to Lorem, a frown on his face.]
Wasn't the weapon shop this way? I don't see it.