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"Toyama."

A firm hand clasps against her shoulder, tugging her gently away from the cold wall and holding her upright at the same time. This Kaito looks to be a few years older than most of his counterparts-- in his mid-twenties, at the earliest-- and as he shifts her weight toward his shoulder he is already trying to move toward the nearest doorway.

"Take it easy and hang in ther, the infirmary is usually pretty well-stocked." He would ask her what happened, but getting her to talk while she's so injured probably wouldn't help.

Kazuha's head snapped towards Kaito and she immediately moves and for someone who seems like they SHOULD be injured with the blood and the state of her clothes, she's moving pretty fluidly to grab both his shoulders. And she's moving towards his neck, looking ready to....take a bite...?!

Except she doesn't, stopping partway, her eyes focused on Kaito's face. Another sign of something wrong is how very...mad her eyes look. "Jinx, no, can't, protect, don't do it, not him." Of course, Jinx wasn't the right name for this particular Kaito, but to be fair, any sort of coherency is rather hard won at the moment.

And then she shoves him, hard and pressing herself against the hallway wall, grabbing one of those light fixtures. It'd also be obvious she has some weird bracer thing on her arm and that jewel on it might be...glowing...? "Food....need food....so hungry, need food, need it now."

She moves much faster than he expects, but Kaito has always been quick on his feet, and he's tense and poised to push her away to protect himself. But when she stiffens and does his job for him, he stumbles backwards a few steps, eyebrows shooting up and expression flickering into bewilderment.

"What--" It's then that he realizes she has no obvious injuries that would leak that much blood. And with the way she's grabbing at those lights, talking about food...

... oh hell.

A deep breath, and he holds his hands up, palms forward, gaze affixed on her staggering form carefully. It's clear she's dangerous, but she's also a friend, and he knows he can't just leave her. Aoko would have his hide if he didn't try to help her-- nor was he the type of guy to not render assistance just because something was dangerous. "Oi, Toyama," he continues, ignoring the improper name for now (she's too incoherent for him to correct her), "... I don't think I can give you what you want, but there might be something in the kitchen."

And he'd have to figure out a way to turn off those lights, too.

Kitchen, food, safe food, not people, not blanks, not people she's supposed to protect.

"Where...?" Her voice is desperate, begging for him to tell her, and she is ready to bolt as soon as she knows where she needs to go.

"Down the hall," he answers without hesitation, "To your left."

He's ready to bolt with her.

And without another word, she turns and she's running. Or, well, running as well as she can. She's still stumbling. It's only to be expected, with what her body went through. Even the healing itself was rather taxing on it.

Pain and difficulty didn't matter. All that mattered was sating this hunger before she lost all sense of control.

She didn't ask, didn't slow down, and wouldn't even let Kaito help her because he smelled too good for her right now. All that mattered was getting to the kitchen and she burst through the door and almost fell over from the move. Eventually managing to stumble to the fridge and nearly ripped the door off the hinges.

It didn't matter WHAT it was. Kazuha just grabbed it, ripped open the packing, and started eating.

Kaito was right behind her, kicking off from the ground and falling into step behind her, keeping pace as best as he can (and with her stumbling and his natural speed, it isn't that difficult). He follows her into the kitchen, silently glad that she didn't run into anyone else along the way, and as she bursts inside he hovers around the entrance, both to keep an eye on her and to make sure no one else enters without proper warning.

A frown is tugging down the corners of his lips, and as Kazuha raids the refrigerator, he reaches up to flick off the overhead lights.

What did you get yourself into, Toyama...

Was she eating raw meat there?

....yes, yes she was. Doesn't seem to care much.

Half of the contents of the fridge would be emptied before she finally stopped, still breathing rather heavily. However, for the moment, that hunger was sated. At least enough for her to think again.

Mansion, she was in the Mansion.

...and still smelling blood.

She doesn't even close the fridge before moving to the counter. And immediately pulling off the suit jacket, shirt, and tie. More oddities would be apparent now. For one, while she was wearing underwear, it was more like a wrap that women might wear for support a good few centuries before the invention of a bra. There was also rather extensive scarring along her shoulder on some side, like some large beast had taken a bite out of her, with more clawed scratches along her arm.

She is also immediately putting her clothes she just took off on the stove and setting them on FIRE and throwing them in a pot to burn before moving to the sink and scrubbing the blood off her face and neck rather intensely.

Whatever she got herself into, shame was far from her first concern in dealing with it.

Embarrassment is the farthest thing from Kaito's mind at the moment, and as an avid traveler who often had to settle for less than ideal accommodations, it was something he had become rather desensitized to over the years.

The scars were the most worrying, and the frown etched in his features deepens-- but as a Kaito with a Kazuha he knew had been seriously injured in the past (tomb raiding was far from a safe profession), they didn't necessarily surprise him. "Hey..." he says as he closes the kitchen door behind him and approaches her cautiously, "There are extra, clean clothes in your dressing room downstairs. And a shower will clean you off better than the sink will."

Kazuha keeps scrubbing with copious amounts of soap for another minute or two before answering, but there is a slight turn of her head to say she heard. Just talking with soap and water over your mouth doesn't work too well.

She only finally stops when the over powering smell of some lemony scent and burnt fabric overtakes any smell of blood and only then does she let out a breathe and relax a bit.

No blood smell, probably ate too much for her stomach, she could fight the influence now.

She finally looks at Kaito, still looking pretty worn out by the whole thing. "...too old and too well fed. A Kaito-san, right? Sorry, I was...kind of not all there," she said, looking a bit sheepish and trying not to think about Vulpecula because thinking about Vulpecula was a bad idea right now.

She looks at her clothes burning on the stove. "..." Well, it did get rid of the blood. "Dressin' rooms are downstairs, right? No, ya said that," she said and shakes her head. "I should get new clothes, yeah."

Too old he understood-- he was at least five years older than almost every Kaito he had seen in the mansion so far-- but too well-fed?

A hand slides over her shoulder again, meant to be comforting, turning her slightly so she was facing him. Coherency... this was much better. Despite what had happened to her, Kazuha was still in there. "Kaito-san is right," he answers with a slight grin, an attempt at lightheartedness to ease the tension, "Or Kuroba. Or, and this one is usually your favorite, 'That thick-headed idiot.'"

He tugs against her shoulder lightly to lead her toward the door, assuming she needs the support. "You should. I'll walk with you."

Kazuha let out a weak chuckle at the joke. "Ah, that was yesterday. I actually still owe that idiot another hit," she said. "He had the gall ta limit one per conversation." Yes, joking was good. Joking meant not thinking about how she's probably going to need to beg for Jinx's forgiveness when he finds out what she tried to do and what she did.

She nods. "That'd be helpful. Everythin' is a bit....shakey. I kind of got put through the rin'er back where I was."

Coherency was definitely returning though.

"... I can tell," he responds as he leads her out, checking the hallway to make sure it's clear before continuing downstairs, "What happened?"

Why are you ASKING THAT?

"...explainin' means explain' the amnesia deathcave a bunch of us stupidly agreed ta goin' ta."

Who knows, maybe he wouldn't want to know after saying that?

... it might have worked, if the person she was talking to at the moment hadn't been a Kaito.

"The hell are you doing agreeing to go to a place with a description like that?"

"I don't remember yet."

Well, she DOESN'T. Thus the amnesia part.

"Pretty sure I followed Heiji."

It was a fair enough point, so he gives it to her, though not without giving her a Look as well.

"Hattori?" a snort, "Funny, it's usually the other way around where I come from." A beat. "Explaining is up to you, if you'd rather keep it a secret."