[There is a moment — a brief, fleeting moment — where Kirigiri actually doesn't move, and a master of social nuance would probably be able to read that touch of pause (not hesitation, just pause) as something to the effect of, "But I'm the deuteragonist and everything is supposed to go precisely according to my keikaku so why am I the one getting stuck with chasing this giant hairy thing that is apparently a Moomba when you are the side character in this equation isn't this your job."
But fortunately, there are no masters of social nuance here, and so that brief unspoken soliloquy goes by the wayside in favor of the ensuing whip of her hair and thumping of boots against flooring as she proceeds to haul ass out the doors in the hopes of catching up with this damn thing before it manages to complete its getaway.]
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But fortunately, there are no masters of social nuance here, and so that brief unspoken soliloquy goes by the wayside in favor of the ensuing whip of her hair and thumping of boots against flooring as she proceeds to haul ass out the doors in the hopes of catching up with this damn thing before it manages to complete its getaway.]