Mikoto stopped and looked at the man, "like you know what the hell is going on...you are as confused as I am". She shrugged and sighed, "I don't know what you mean but if you mean the sword that was in the meteorite I don't care, I just want to get out of the damn city". She looked around and groaned, "now where the hell is my motorcycle". She felt the tension of the air be umberable she hated that feeling. "Who are you anyways?".