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[color=lightgray][i]-Ryuma Hitsugaya-[/i][/color][/center]
She answered, oh thank holy fuck she answered. A relieved sigh slipped out of him as he heard her speak, still torn away from true reality. His blood was pumping louder in his ears than the spraying shower, the only real sounds he could hear to stop his incoming heart attack were her words.

Thank. Fucking. [i]God.[/i]

Another look at her still made his heart heave, but it was much better than no response at all. A quick spark of recognition forced his mind to realize Snow wasn't his mother and actually pay attention to their surroundings. A second too late he tried to help the white-haired girl up, which he quickly rectified and stood up himself in one quick burst.

As Snow passed by him, he wiped at his forehead and pressed a hand against the wall, trying to get his macabre thoughts under control. After a few precious moments wasted, Ryuma himself started to process the sounds of the other shower. How hadn't he noticed it earlier?

As an answer to Snow's question, Ryuma followed her out and stared at the shower stall in question. He tried for the lock, but heard the loud clink of dead lock against the door frame. 

[color=lightgray]"Hell if I kno-"[/color] A panicked thought raced through him. Not all of the campers had arrived at Naomi's cabin before he had left, one could be trapped unconscious inside. Ryuma wouldn't put it past anyone at this point. Slipping into the stall next door, he climbed up to the top rim of the stall and looked down.

[color=lightgray]"There's something here... ya better take a look,"[/color] Balancing on the rim, he attempted to unlatch the door, but the Parkour's arm wasn't long enough. Shrugging his shoulders, Ryuma dropped down into the stall, getting soaked and doing his best to avoid the evidence. After turning off the shower he left the stall, moving over to stand by Snow.

[color=lightgray]"Geez..."[/color] Scattered around the stall were tiny shimmering shards swimming in the clogged drain with torn pieces of pink fabric. It wouldn't be like him to recognize the cloth anyway.
[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/d0zFymN.png[/img][/center]It was quite the lucky circumstance that Hibiki had at the very least remembered to have slipped on his glasses as he walked over to Naomi's cabin, alas, he had however forgotten his monopad. The Tutor followed the words of the people around him, taking in as much as he could from a non-interaction observer standpoint. The death would have had to have happened long before the Snow Iclyn had woken up, pray tell how she hadn't woken up in this mess of affairs.

Glancing up from his observation of the body at Ginshi's words, Hibiki knew his original judgement on his character had probable accuracy. The man would keep to his word, though few may try to challenge his determination. It was only as Hibiki pondered going back to his cabin to grab his monopad and then go on to check the docks when he heard someone call out to him.

He spied her closer to the door and moved to stand beside her. [color=turquoise]"Yes... it seems you are correct in that assumption."[/color] A slight discomfort came over him before he moved the extra inch so they were shoulder to shoulder. [color=turquoise]"...May I...?"[/color] He pointed to the monopad in her hand. Not waiting for her reply, he glanced down and memorized the passage, filing it away in his brain to formulate later.

After nodding, he moved to walk away before glancing back over. [color=turquoise]"Miss Yukimori Maiya... Good luck. Please stop by my lab later."[/color] He meant to speak with her more about confidence in speaking, but the fish hook plagued his mind. There was at least a thirty percent chance that there was evidence of the killer being there and he was not needed at the crime scene itself.

With the luck of Miss Maiya's generosity, Hibiki was able to make great time in his arrival at the docks. A fish hook would probably have been originally located in the docks' storage shake, but something else took precedent before that, or some[i]one[/i].

The SHSL Smuggler herself appeared at the scene, heading back from the docks. She seemed a bit too happy in such a dank atmosphere, but Hibiki hadn't had a chance to fully appraise her actions in a crisis setting. He wondered how long Momoe had been here since she had neglected to come to Naomi's cabin in his presence.