[Sometime during her run she brushes past one incarnation of the person she is looking for-- a Kaito dressed in tousled, wrinkled Victorian-esque clothing-- and one whose gaze is almost immediately drawn toward the bright red stain on her shirt.
Concern is immediate, of course-- something he doesn't even bother trying to mask when he sees her. Even though he's no stranger to seeing Aoko in bloodied and torn clothing (not with her line of work in the Neath), the exact placement of that stain is fairly alarming, and he reaches out to grab her by her upper arm as she runs past.]
Miss Aoko--? [his tone is both inquisitive and somewhat chiding] What happened to you?
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Concern is immediate, of course-- something he doesn't even bother trying to mask when he sees her. Even though he's no stranger to seeing Aoko in bloodied and torn clothing (not with her line of work in the Neath), the exact placement of that stain is fairly alarming, and he reaches out to grab her by her upper arm as she runs past.]
Miss Aoko--? [his tone is both inquisitive and somewhat chiding] What happened to you?