[b]Misaka Mikoto, With her Spoils of Battle in the Museum[/b]

The words reached Mikoto before the differences in the voice did. Perhaps it wasn't precisely the way the... other girl in question would have said it, but the simple reason that the brown-haired reacted the way she did. However, this was also a burst of... of... well, she'd been away for a little while(though as she understood it, not nearly as much time had passed in her home universe as it had here), and... well... for a moment, she mistook the voice for someone she knew... There was surprise that she was here, among other things...

... Which didn't change her reaction.

Gritting her teeth, Mikoto began to turn. Her cheeks were just barely flushed "Kuro-"

And... then she saw who it was. And it definitely wasn't the girl she had thought it was.

Folding her arms across her chest, Mikoto raised an eyebrow, the other lowering as a distinct unimpressed look came to her face.

"... Who are you?" she asked, her tone reflecting her annoyance.