Her right arm immediately grasped at the hanging strap above her, pale fingers curling tightly around the handle as the ground began to lurch dramatically beneath her feet. She winced as the force of the swinging train travelled up her body and into her sprained left arm. The pain was almost unbearable with the constant movement. And then it stopped. And the world was ... different. Strange and new. Confusing. Her eyes glanced around at her surroundings, at the slow bob of everything as if a beach ball in the salty sea. It was an eerie sight, and the hazy, dreamlike nature of the air ... of the [i]blue[/i] that was radiating off the frozen passengers ...

Nao was very much perturbed.

The sudden appearance of the wraith was equally confounding, and before she could even react, it had already slammed straight into her erstwhile companion, knocking Fujisawa to the ground ([i]and possibly out cold[/i]) before darting around in an almost ... panicking manner (she was not the most knowledgeable on the mannerisms of what appeared to be a fantastical spirit, but if she could assign human features to it ...) in an attempt to check upon the unconscious boy's state. It was sufficiently surprising and unexpected that Nao could do little but stare, her usual, tightly-controlled expression giving way to slack-jawed uncertainty at what had just occurred.

Her life tended not to resemble an episode of that western Ghostbusters cartoon that had aired two decades prior.

She mentally shifted gears.

"[color=a36209]I recommend that we all calm down first before taking any form of action,[/color]" suggested the Hakodate-native (with only the slightest hints of hesitation) as she herself crouched down next to the prone form of her first companion, glancing with concern at Fujisawa's increasingly prominent bruise. Anxious energy was rushing through her, but she was attempting to hold it in, attempting to avoid acting in any irrational manner while in the presence of some adorable ball of blueness.

Her good hand moved over to touch Fujisawa's bruise. It had definitely been a powerful collision, especially if it was enough to knock him unconscious. This did bring up the question of how solid the wraith was. Was it some sort of ... poltergeist-type entity? A kami that had manifested in a corporeal state? Some sort of youkai? Her family had never been overtly Shinto, but here she was, in the presence of a being that could easily find itself classified as one of the many strange creatures that the country supposedly boasted.

And its first action had been to take out Fujisawa.

Her gaze moved over to the teenager's (she had yet to know his age, actually) wounded leg, the one with the gash covered by her necktie. Had it been aggravated by the fall? She hoped that it had not. However, the most important thing was to ensure his safety. Lying on the floor was not particularly contributive to one's health. He was alive, thankfully.

With her one good arm, Nao let out a barely-audible grunt as she lifted Fujisawa's prone upper body up, and carefully slipped underneath his one shoulder so that she could support his entire body with hers. It sometimes paid well to engage frequently in sports, especially when one advantage was a greater physical capability to carry others.

Not too far, but she did not face too much difficulty lifting him haphazardly onto a nearby empty seat, shifting him around so that he was lying back peacefully against the leather rather than like a corpse against the floor.