"Ugh," Mitsuki said. "I bet the others are having a lot more fun than we are."

The biker guy told her not to move. She moved. She crossed her arms and huffed.

She was a bit irritated. This guy was throwing his weight around because he was older or because his hair was having a hissy fit or something. Rika certainly had not listened and she was older if perhaps not wiser. Mitsuki certainly had no reason to listen.

Not as if she was going to touch anything. At least the artist girl had asked politely.

"Look. It's just a gallery world-thing. We don't know how to seal these places off, so let's just find this girl," she said as she gestured over her shoulder at the stairs leading up, "and get her to help us. Besides, we could use an artist!"

"What's [i]your[/i] plan, class rep?"