Ichigo seems emotionless for the entire scene, her eyes flicking about at the surroundings.  Her mind kept weaving in and out of fugue, pulled out of it every time she helplessly glances at Sanro, her face faintly burning at connecting desire with her brother, and the thought of the kiss in the demon version of Shinjuku.  The desire she would have wanted the most was to master the same magic that her mother knew, where she could bring life with a pencil, but...  Conflicting thoughts of three faces, almost all alike turning to look at her with a look in their eyes that she had seen in manga without really understanding why...   It was awkward enough that she squirmed as she thought about the idea about the worlds, and the kitsune turning up and everything vanished, turning to the not-so-normal world that she knew.<br/><br/>Even when Masato had punched the wall, Ichigo hadn't flinched, as if she was a living doll, her face perfectly blank.  She remembered most of her classmates being surprised at how dispassionate she could be, almost as if she could be an inanimate object, but at the moment, even Ichigo had to admit her reaction was somewhat bizarre.  Something about the area had been honing aspects of her that were a bit unnerving...<br/><br/>Once Hikari speaks nervously, the girl breaks her silence.  "I suspect we will have another chance soon enough, Hikari-chan.  I tumbled into a... I'll call it a rabbithole right now, in Shinjuku yesterday afternoon..."  She stops speaking almost clinically after it sinks in who Hikari was talking about.  "Goroi-sensei?"  A perfect little frown appeared on her face.  "Hm...  I was right..."  She shook her head.  "No sense in crying over split milk."<em>Even if it apparently got a second person captured.</em>"We should stick together and drop everyone off.  We seem to have a talent for falling into the strangest things."