<strong>Name:</strong>Ash<br/><strong>Gantz equipment:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Ash looked at Ricky with undisguised disgust. “You fucking freak,” she spat out.<br/><br/>But she had more important things to worry about than dealing with a loser. Besides, if he thought he was having an acid trip<em>now</em>, wait until he saw another person appear.<br/><br/>She went quickly to the corner where Mikoto huddled, and drew her in to a big, all encompassing hug. “It’s okay, sweetie. It’s okay. You’re safe now. Relax. It’s okay. I won’t let him touch you anymore.”<br/><br/>While hugging Mikoto she looked angrily over her shoulder at the others. “One of you guys, give her your shirt or something,” she barked, “come on!” She couldn’t offer Mikoto her own, of course, because she herself had nothing underneath her shirt, or pants for that matter.<br/><br/>To Vinny, she yelled, “get off your ass, Al Capone, and help!” And to Benson she yelled, “forget about it and just give me your shirt!”<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to Mikoto, she spoke in a more soothing voice. “Relax, sweetie, I’ve got you. I’m Ash. Ash Sakota. I don’t know what I’m doing here either. I don’t think any of us do. Just relax, it’s okay now. We’ll figure this out, then we can all go home safely.”