Misaki fell silent, thinking that Ikari was probably right. She let out an awkward laugh, a hand rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment. "Guess I didn't think this through. Sorry." She stuck her tongue out. Just then, a plastic bottle of green tea dropped and rolled to her feet. 

"Oi, what are you kids doing on our turf?" An unknown voice came from behind her. Misaki turned around to find the face to the voice and saw an older male wearing a black tank, a large tattoo on his left shoulder. She knew he was trouble and didn't want any of that. She grabbed Ikari's uninjured hand, "Let's go," She said in a hushed tone. Without waiting for a reply, she started running with him in tow. 

"Oi! Someone's talking to ya!" She heard the guy speak, only making her run faster. Luckily, the street soon met with another and she quickly turned right and slid into a dark narrow alleyway right after, squeezing her and Ikari together. She panted, looking in the direction of where they entered to see the guy running past alley. Misaki sighed in relief and slowly caught her breath.