Rika's face looked a bit nonplussed, getting mixed signals from Emi. [color=orchid]"Ah, I mean, yeah, but... yes ma'am,"[/color] Rika replied sheepishly, deciding against making any potentially misunderstood remarks about how Emi might want to keep her distance from Rika on account of the whole exploding dolls thing. [color=orchid]"Yep... No heroics here..."[/color] she mumbled in admission, just a bit of wind taken out of her sails, having only recently been released from her second extended confinement in a hospital bed. It was a bit of a lie, as she might have "forgotten" to explain how her "healing" ability could backfire during her recruitment. This resulted in her being given a tentative B rank, which was fine. It was a familiar and comfortable grade for her; not too low and not too high, it didn't attract unwanted attention.

	Rika sat as far away from the summoned demon as she comfortably could in the armored van, leaving an empty seat on her left. Her seat belt ended up on the right side of her as a result, which proved to be giving her some difficulty. She couldn't quite get it to lock into its intended place on her left without a second hand to hold it in place. Man, she [i]really[/i] didn't want to summon a disembodied, huge, scary looking arm bound in chains and covered in scars just for something mundane like this. In the end, she gave up, letting the seat belt retract and hooking her wrist around a nearby handle instead. If the armored van really ran into something solid enough to stop it, and she ended up flying somewhere, she supposed she'd just shrug it off and hope the injuries didn't look too fatal.

	She sighed inaudibly as she witnessed the successful results of the cinnamon roll heist. Oh well; it didn't matter. It seemed none of the girls here remembered her face. Maybe they never saw her to begin with, or perhaps her injuries at the time were just [i]that[/i] bad. Either way, being incognito was also fine by her. [color=orchid]"Uh, yeah, but... Just Rika-chan is fine,"[/color] she replied to the cutie chowing down on her homemade sweets. Were there no men in this department? She thought back to Azazel, and wondered if supernatural beings just had a thing for making contracts with women in particular.