Akira did hear the yell, and she did see Hortence put on her helmet, but this was all too late. The device exploded just as she had fumbled with her air filter mask and put it back on, so she still got a whiff of the nasty stuff. Coughing, she made her way back to Hortence, thankfully without knocking over other important equipment while walking half-blind from tears. “What the hell!” she managed to rasp in between coughs. “What—why—why do you even—!”  She stupidly rubbed her eyes for a few seconds before realizing she had the mask on, which only increased her irritability. Nothing intelligible came out of her mouth for a few seconds other than frustrated grunts.<br/><br/>After several more minutes of trying to calm her breathing and getting the smoke out of her system, she glared at Hortence, half out of annoyance at her, and half out of annoyance at herself. “Y’know, no sane person leaves freakin’ tear gas or whatever that was lying around, but whatever,” she muttered. “Where would you even use a thing like that?” She gestured vaguely around her. “Alright, explanations please. Crimson Rose, what’s that? Also, hi, I’m Akira, nice to meet you,” she said, glancing briefly at the girl Hortence was making out with.