Sitting in the backseat of the taxi, Kiri could feel it. The tingling, itching sensation on her nose, the burning hot feeling in her chest. She looked over at her bag with wide eyes and grabbed onto it best she could before opening the door to make the driver think she ran off and then poof, she felt her body make contact with a large object, felt like wood to a degree, before it gave way and she tumbled into the light.

Taking a moment to realize she hadn't been seriously injured, she looked around. It looked like she'd just come out of some sort of closet and she was currently sitting on the door to said closet. Sighing, she looked up once again and noticed them finally. She blinked, wide eyed, and waved with a small, awkward smile. There were two small girls with a rather large looking janitor man. Coughing, she stood up from the door and stepped down.

[color=silver]"The in-integrity of that door was compromised... I... uh... checked it for you."[/color] She spoke, addressing the man. She could feel her cheeks getting warm. Suddenly, and without warning, the small framed black haired girl swiveled quickly, turning to look at the closet. 

[color=silver]"My bag! Emi-chan!!!"[/color] She shouted, running back into the room, frantically searching for her bag. A few moments later, she returned out of the room with a gray book bag clutched to her chest. [color=silver]"I thought I'd lost them."[/color] She spoke to no one in particular.