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The relative comfort of Spice Tea made for a great place for Aya and (more importantly) the child to rest. The cool water did wonders for her own state. This worrisome state of child welfare the duo found themselves in was changed by the child seeming no longer in distress. It wasn't just the heat, which was good. Maybe it was worse, considering the state the girl had to be to get to this point. She was sleeping peacefully for the time being.

That changed slightly with the arrival of a bald yakuza. Was he yakuza? He was well dressed. Besides being bald, he could have just been an ordinary salary man. Maybe he was balding and shaved it off for the sake of taking the plunge. Fumiko was instantly filled with distrust, apparent from her words to the man. Well, Aya wasn't partial to strangers either. It was pretty weird to have a kid fleeing for no reason.

For the sake of not quite sharing Fumiko's distrust of others, she abstained from adding more. If needed, she'd ask questions and maybe take a photo or two. She didn't want to just up and hand over the girl to her apparent uncle. Not yet, at least. She was still curious about why the kid slammed into her and kept running, after all. Usually a kid would flail on the ground with a snot-spewing noise or, at the very least, apologize. The girl wasn't even wearing clothes suitable for sandals.