The girl stares at her exit for a split second, sputtering dumbly as she hugged the coat around her and adjusted it to hide her appearance as much as possible before stepping though, and then taking out the phone to call Sanro.  It wasn't just the kiss, it wasn't the startling and dramatic rescue, it was more of just...  She knew that face, he had looked like...  Like...<br/><br/>Just like her brothers.  But older.  And his words...  Her face reddened.  Oh boy.  The twins were going to kill her.  Or something.  And a part of her had wanted to shout at the man 'No shit!' but something had stopped her, her brothers always scolding her for being snide.<br/><br/>Once Sanro picked up, in the same high-pitched voice that she had when she had screamed, she said, "Um...  Big brother, go outside, and you probably can smell the gross blood.  Um..."  Even with it being casual, she knew that Sanro was going to be on the warpath.