Miyuki watched the struggle between the man in the straight jacket and the orderlies who accompanied him with her usual blank detachment. He didn't seem to notice her at first, and she did nothing to encourage him otherwise. The sudden change in his demeanor did little more than distract her from her thoughts temporarily, like a distant but curious sound. A slight semblance of emotion - fear? annoyance? curiosity? - registered as his face came into view of hers. She had just begun to fall back into her endless thoughts when she distantly registered his voice.<br/><br/><em>...mine? I won't touch it.. I'd only ruin whatever is yours.</em><br/><br/>She nodded once, still looking quite listless, before allowing her thoughts to overtake her again.