Sara looked up with a half-crazed look in her eyes as Hayasegawa landed next to them. The adrenaline must not have completely worn off because as Darius and Tony appeared behind the true Shinigami, Sara practically whipped her sword out in front of her body. Then her brain caught up with the rest of her body, and she knew who they were, allies, comrades, potential friends. Sara dropped her katana, so it pointed at the ground, but she didn’t loosen her grip. The twins were safe. Hayasegawa said Tatsuha said it was all over, but it didn’t feel over. Not to her mind, not to her body, not to her soul. Hopefully she wouldn’t start crying again. She wasn’t sure what Hayasegawa would think of her if she started crying two battles in a row.

In an effort to stem the tears she gave the other woman a shaky smile, [color=e4a683]“Yeah, we do make a pretty good team.”[/color] She held out her hand for the other woman to shake, [color=e4a683]“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Sara.”[/color]

In the back of her mind, Sara realized that she wasn’t completely sure what the correct social custom for introducing herself in Japan was. Hopefully the other woman wouldn’t be too offended if Sara had gotten it wrong. It was just that the high schooler was worn out, tired, and ready to go to bed. Or maybe just cry again. She didn’t have the energy to worry about the precise introductions right now. She absently looked over at the boys. All the substitutes were here. Tony, Bakuto, and Darius looked like they had been through the ringer. She and Rei didn’t look much better. At least the boys had something to show for it.

Sara nodded as she acknowledged Hayasegawa’s order. She wasn’t entirely sure how she could prepare to do see Tatsuha. She supposed that she should put her sword away, but she couldn’t make her grip loosen. She should also probably not sit down, but before she knew what had happened, Sara found her self sitting on the nearby curb. Then, either to her shame or relief, she wasn’t sure which, the youngest of the group started to cry again. It wasn’t sobbing, but it wasn’t pretty either. Sara pressed her eyes to her knees to stem the tears. That was one good thing about the uniform. There was plenty of material to absorb tears as Sara cried out her tension once again.