Lots of things happened. Nothing that put up a good argument against her plan. Rika ran off down a hallway. The rollerblader fell on his ass. Akira entered the gallery as well, moving past her in the doorway. Mr. Class Rep gave up and told them that they were going in.

As if she had needed his permission.

"Whoo!" She rolled her eyes.

Mitsuki never did care about when to stop running her mouth.

"You know, it did say 'escort off the premises' and all," she remarked cheerfully as she wandered off after Rika. "So I'm sure our artist extraordinaire knows a way out."