Sayaka was deeply annoyed. Aside from the unbearable noises being generated by the animals in this echo chamber, she was still not any closer to finding out where she was or what was going on. She gently pummeled a clenched knuckle onto the wall behind her, restraining her strength so that she wouldn't catch any attention to her tantrum. A curse word was at the tip of her tongue, but she suppressed the urge and swallowed it down.
Her head felt heavy, but she tried her best to ignore the stress and looked around. The uniformed boy who tried to blast his way out of the building before had trod down a hallway nearby on his own. Giving one final leer at the boisterous creature who was even more trigger-happy than Tatsuya, Sayaka gave another set of glances towards her other cellmates. She whispered a silent prayer that they would be safe from this volatile brute and began to follow in Tatsuya's footsteps. Standing around here was not going to get her anywhere fast, and she certainly was not going to leisurely take in the sights of the gallery in self-denial, thus she decided that she might as well be moving somewhere that might bring her closer to the exit.
As Sayaka began to move, she stumbled upon a beautiful lady with flaxen hair, the latest arrival in this world where people materialize from thin air. And she was indeed beautiful, well-dressed too, even more than the shapeshifter from before. She was donned in a classy military uniform; a little outdated from the style of uniforms one would find in the modern day, but the clothing was polished and ironed, and she had worn it with such elegance one would not pay much attention to the era her outfit had belonged to.
A faint blush surfaced across Sayaka's cheeks. When she realized she was rudely staring at the woman, she pivoted her head away, sharply, and continued her trip past Hellsing's broad shoulders.
It was just as she was about to leave the confines of this room when something else dragged her back in; the sight of the little girl with the rose clipped on her hair, the one named Ib. She was huddled in a fetal position not unlike the one she herself had been in just moments before. Breathing a light sigh, she made a sharp turn towards the girl, giving a light bow at Hellsing as she walked in front of her.
"Are you okay, little girl?" Sayaka carefully asked as she squatted down to Ib's eye level.
When she gave a brief sideway glance to the jaguar standing near her, she realized the cause of Ib's trembling.
"Hey... it's okay," she continued as she tried to put her hand on Ib's shoulder with much hesitance, hoping she would not startle her, "he's not going to hurt you."