All of a sudden, in the middle of their 'conversation,' Kenji grabbed Yukiko by the arm and pulled her over towards himself. Whatever she was about to say was interrupted by a yelp as the sudden jerk of her arm caused her to drop her notebooks and lose her balance, falling forward towards Kenji. Her chest ended up being planted squarely against his, and her hands instinctively latched onto his shoulders to prevent herself from falling. If it weren't for the sound of the branches snapping and landing on the ground behind her, she would have sworn he was making a move on her. Heck, maybe he was, and the branches were just a convenient cover story.<br/><br/>Regardless of why, the suddenness of the event caused her to lose her focus, and she stayed pressed up against him for a few moments before realizing what exactly had just happened. When she did, a fierce blush made its way across her cheeks and she shoved him away, exclaiming "Ugh!<span style="font-style: italic">Perv,</span>" as she looked off to the side.<br/>"Just because some stupid branches decide to fall doesn't mean you get a free ticket to feel me up!" She turned on her heel and looked away from him, crossing her arms and stepping over to the branches to pick up the fallen notepads. For obvious reasons, she took extra care to make sure her skirt stayed flat against her legs as she knelt down to pick them up.<br/><br/>A few moments passed before he commented on her enthusiasm with the paranormal. She was tempted to ignore him because of what had just happened, but gave in before long, responding with a quick answer.<br/>"...Yeah, it's important to me," were her words, followed by her stepping back over to the bench from earlier and taking a seat once more. It was about 20 minutes before Hoshi rejoined the group, at which point Yukiko got up from her seat and stepped over to him.<br/>"About time you showed up!" she said impatiently, handing him a notebook and setting her other hand against her hip.<br/>"Let's get going already, we're wasting valuable time! When does the factory close?" she asked, stepping into the car and taking her spot in the back seat. "While we're on the subject, how long does the drive take? We need a schedule so I know how much time we have for interviews." As she spoke, she flipped open her own notebook, skipping to the last page and furiously writing down details of their plan.