Mae's gaze rose at the entrance of another voice, one which certainly could not have belonged to any of the band of children that had inexplicably gathered on the tiny boat. Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the strangely formed man, her grip clutching the strap of her bag. Something about him was irksome, liking an aging teacher who had long since lost their patience for the job. Before his statements could sink in the girls attention was drawn away by the lights appearing off in the distance. 

The girl winced a bit as she looked to the light, her eyes having been adjusted to the night time darkness. She blinked a few times, and the sight remained. With the building in the distance growing ever closer a sinking feeling began to rise in the girl stomach which was only made worse by their own boat suddenly speeding up. When the man leaned down to speak to the group again she shifted back a bit, turning her sight off the side of the boat where it remained the rest of the trip, stubbornly determined to ignore her surroundings. 

When the boat came to a stop she shuddered a bit, an arm slipping off the edge of the boat when the barrier faded away. Mae didn’t bother waiting for any instruction to depart the boat before jumping out, taking solace, even if brief in once again having her feet planted on solid ground. Reluctantly she would follow when the odd man began forward, maintaining a distance between herself and the others as she did so. It was either forward into the building or back into the seemingly endless expanse of water, it was obvious which was preferable, even if by a small margin. 

Upon entering and being assaulted by the noisy scene of the strange looking workers hustling to and fro the girl drew in a sharp breath, both hands now clutched to her bag, her eyes narrowed to a sharp grimace. It was just as surprising as the noise how quickly silence fell over the hurried room when the group of kids entered the room. Even as they were hurried forward once more, Mae could not help but steal glances at the strange workers as they moved to the elevator lift. 

Her head was already spinning from the strange hurried events that were now taking place, every little bit of information ending up in a headache enduing lump. In the welcome moments of silence Mae slipped her hands into her bag, pulling a familiar notepad and pen from inside. She quickly flipped the cover over and to a blank page, jotting something down just as hastily. She then made a quick grab for the sleeve of Yoru's outfit just before thrusting an arm out through the cramped lift, the page of her note pad she had written on presented forward. The strokes of her writing on the page were slightly shaky but still legible enough to be easily read, penned in a bold black ink on the thick paper. [b][I]”I never agreed to this. Take me home.”[/i][/b] The message read, the first sentence on its own line with the second positioned directly below, both lines underlined twice for emphasis. After a few moments to be sure it was read she dropped her arms to her sides, fists clenched defiantly and glaring daggers through the lift.