Mae grit her teeth together in irritation at the entirely unemotional Yoru. If he hadn’t made a hasty retreat she would have been likely to slug the frog man right in the ribs. Her nerves already distinctly on edge she couldn’t help but give the girl that spoke to her a somewhat disdainful look, particularly at the quip about her shoes. There were definitely bigger problems than shoes at the moment, and besides, some of them didn’t even have shoes in the first place. 

Finally the girl gave a heavy sigh a bit after the next question that came. Positioning her notepad in the crook of her arm she flipped to a new page and wrote quickly again, holding the pad up to see, the message simply reading [b][I]”Its Mae.”[/i][/b]. As she presented the notepad her eyes went to the girls outstretched hand, her free hand clutching lightly as if a bit uneasy. After another moment of lingering she lowered her pad and slipped her pen into a pocket, extending her own hand and gripping the other girls lightly to return the gesture. 

She lingered for a few moments once again before bringing her hand back, returning it to the strap of her bag she often held onto. The girl soon found herself looking idly around the room the children had been left in, abandoned in the foreign environment by the so called Master Yoru. She couldn’t help but groan, running a hand through her hair. Though her groan would come more as a choppy wheeze due to her defective vocal cords. The situation was all too surreal for her liking, making her unsure of what was real or if this was all some annoying fever dream. 

However she did not have much time to ponder the strange events before the huge doors in the distance opened, their creaking hinges drawing her attention quickly. The girl stared down the hall towards the lavish decorations, as if the exterior and the bathhouse below was not flashy enough, this area was even more so. She flinched a bit when she heard the voice call down for the children, her eyes suddenly widening as they were yanked forward into the room by an unseen force. Mae stumbled a bit when she came to a stop, the heels of her feet aching from friction. 

Mae narrowed her eyes slightly, her mouth a bit ajar as she looked upon the old crone sitting before them. This woman fit the look of the classic old witches from fairy tales to a tee, her voice even sounded the part. It made her shiver a bit unconsciously, the entire scene was just too uncanny to take. Still, the old witch posed a question, one which made her hope she would at least be more personable than Yoru. She took a breath to calm her nerves before beginning to write once more, taking a few steps forward and holding her notepad up between two hands when she finished. 

[b][I]”What is all this? Is this some elaborate prank or something? I'd just like to go home.”[/i][/b] The message read, positioned on three separate lines over the page. Despite her nerves and frustration with the entire scene she tried to put on a pleasant face, one which was frankly uncharacteristic when compared to her normal sharp eyed irritated grimace. But she did at least have more respect for the elderly than she did for her peers, and the strangeness of the entire series of events was one which certainly threw her off enough to behave a bit oddly.