[ Normally, she would be so much better at detecting when someone (or something) was approaching. Given the tremendous amount of anger that was bubbling beneath the surface and causing cracks to shatter concrete beneath her feet, she hadn't heard Mika's approach and so when she heard her name, she threw the now empty blood bag to the side and spun to grab at the other's neck.

But when she saw who it was, saw those strands of blond and crimson red eyes that were once blue for years, she stopped, nails barely touching Mika's throat. ]

Mika.

[ It took her a moment to have that rage fizzle out and remove the fog that had cast itself over her logical mind and she pulled back then, gaze softening as much as it could with her.

So he was here. Mika was here. He was alive.

His question caused her to laugh under her breath as she glanced away from and off to the torn bag of plastic that lay on the concrete amidst a pool of blood and red confetti. ]

I don't know what they consider to be blood here but I don't find it amusing.

[ It's only after a sharp fang grazed over her lip that she discovered the red confetti to have stuck itself to her lips. Fingers brushed the glittery red nuisance away and flicked some off each finger one at a time. It seemed as though once this sea of sparkling red attached itself to you, it was difficult to get off. ]

But you. [ She looked him over quickly, assessing him and taking in anything that might possibly be different about him; he didn't seem to be injured to her. ] What are you doing here? I thought I told you to get away with Yuu.