Marry sighed, sure she was happy that her friends were safe, and that no one died, but she had a reason to be sad, she didn't ever get to finish her song, she couldn't simply change the mood like that, it was postindustrial, or was it? she was to afraid to determined, instead she turned to Kazumi, seeing she had gotten past her fears.

"good job Kazumi" She yelled up to the barely clothed ninja