The mention of the situation as a game of cat and mouse didn't exactly instil confidence in the rabbit-eared girl, but she reluctantly followed anyway. It wasn't as if she'd be alone, at least, so maybe she would be fine. 

As the group continued onward through the hall of the second floor, Mocha did seem to notice something different in the air, even if she couldn't say very much about what it could mean. It seemed to be strongly affecting the fox, though, as he collapsed and transformed outside one of the doors. [color=FFF0F5]"A-ah! Are you alright? Y-you're not hurt, are you?"[/color] In spite of how much she feared foxes, seeing anyone hurt in front of her was still pretty terrible.