Though the sudden arrival and seeming aggression of the extraordinarily pink-haired girl threatened to send her directly into peacekeeping mid, a bright smile lit up Yuki's face as she listened to the fox spirit, who seemed more than able to perform that role himself. Aside from the fact that merely seeing this 'Ichiru' made her overly-human skin itch, a lot of what he was saying made sense, as far as sense went when surrounded by yōkai and spirits. Once again exercising her habit of shuffling the shoulders of her kimono, she made to introduce herself before the tattooed angry-looking fellow had the nerve to deface the shrine's fox statue. 

While he quickly moved on from Ichiru to the winged...being...that was cavorting about, Yuki swallowed and stepped forward, face the model of tranquility.

[color=f7941d]"Look,"[/color] she began patiently, talking as though the rough man was a young child, [color=f7941d]"we [I] all [/i]want Anjou gone, apparently. But just because he's a tyrant doesn't mean all foxes are evil."[/color]

She trotted forward, doing her best to wipe the graffiti from the state's face. [color=f7941d]"I'm fine with not believing everything one hears, but don't put all foxes in that maniac's boat."[/color] She bowed politely to the group, and to the sailor in particular, winking and smiling cheekily as she flicked an ear in his direction.

[color=f7941d]"Matsuoka Yukiko, kitsune. It's nice to meet you all!"[/color]

She raised her head, once again taking an inventory of the people there. An exceedingly zealous bakeneko, judging by just how vehement he was in his description of Anjou. Angry-Mr-Tattoos, who was now questioning the bird-creature's bizarre choice of words. A half-naked masseuse, covered in corded muscles. 

A talking pumpkin.

And that wasn't anywhere close to everyone. A nearly imperceptible sigh crossed her lips.