The girl seemed to finally come out of her shell, literally. Yumi smiled at this, albeit a fake smile. She couldn't help but feel her smiles were more like one that would show up on a doll. As this small, cat-like girl reached for the bag there was a distraction. The one boy, the french one Yumi supposed, grabbed the girl's hand and made a show of it. . . Not before the girl screamed, slapped him and ran off. Yumi was unsure of what to do. She looked between the bag, the french boy "Felix", and this new girl who fell from the tree. With no other idea of what to do Yumi walked over to where the girl cowered and dropped the bag. Her smile dropped as if she tired of it and in it, while not too noticeable, had a look of malice in it. 

In the matter of a few seconds Yumi realized and changed it back to a fake smile for her audience of this single girl she had yet to be introduced to. "My, my. I hope you don't freak out like that around everyone." She said putting a hand to her mouth, faking laughter. "Does something need to happen to him?" As she said the last part it seemed as if she had a hint of evil in her voice.