The magical girl looked over Akane's shoulder to see what she was writing (and try and work out how people managed to get out messages on phones [i]quickly[/i]; when she had to use one, Noriko simply couldn't manage it with any sort of speed) and immediately went from amused to concerned. Someone was reporting a Negari on their street? That was concerning but even more importantly... where were they?

"Ah, could you please ask that person where they might be found?" asked the white-haired girl, unable to prioritise finding a non-suspicious way to ask for the necessary information. What would it matter if a complete stranger knew that she was a magical girl, anyway? It wasn't like they would ever meet again after this.