[center][h2][color=#9400D3][b]Fumiko "Kuīn" Nakamura[/b][/color][/h2][/center]
[hr]

Hit some bars? Was Riley to suffocate her? How were you supposed to enjoy a night out with the girls without hitting at least one club? Fumiko didn't know, but she supposed she would be finding out soon enough. She gave a simple nod as she listened to the two talk for a bit. Rather enjoying the silence on her end and hearing them be nice and simple. It was almost reassuring in a way, to know that there was still some sense of normal to be had even in her strange life. Certainly with the weird event that had happened rather recently to her, leaving her body like that. It was certainly something she hoped she would not have to repeat anytime in the near future. For a moment she debated asking Riley about it, just letting it off her chest. But she talked herself down from it, not wanting her friend to think she had gotten into drugs or lost her mind. 

Focusing back on what the two were saying, she pondered for a moment on Amelia's question about the paparazzi. They would grow to be a bit of a pain throughout the night if they kept following the trio around. It would certainly prevent her from having any sort of actual fun while out. Afterall the last thing she wanted was some scandalous image that sweaty no-life took while she was distracted and drunk biting her in the ass. Worse, if something happened that wound up coming back around on Riley or Amelia, then Fumiko would've felt absolutely awful. Unfortunately for the two with her, the media was desperate for some scandal or another. Regardless of how innocent these two might be, the paparazzi would find a way to bring them down with her. After a bit of deliberation, Fumiko spoke up. [color=#9400D3]"I could call my head of security. He's got a good team and could probably keep them off us?"[/color] She offered in a kind tone.