The situation was starting to get, amusing. Mirja was wondering if they girl had always had neon green hair, or if it had changed suddenly, but couldn't remember. Her mind was always going dodgy like this. And then the captain blew up her Rice-Cake like a big meanie. None of the dust got in her eyes, and so she brushed what got onto her clothes away, and pulled out a second Rice-Cake, nibbling on it before waving at the green-haired girl with a smile. She seemed to be leaving, so that was that. Conversation over, nothing interesting left to do here. Mirja would look at the Rice-Cake murderer with half closed eyes and shrug.
"Nothing" she muttered, before turning to continue her trek down to the 11th division. Or though, this captain clearly wasn't the 11th, or he was a radical new captain, since she heard they really didn't like Kido. For whatever stupid reason that was.