A blush would settle on the face of Miko. It always would when she was faced with her own level of resistance. One could say she did have a bit of practice resisting, but it wasn't as if it was her goal to do so. In the case of Marisbury, she'd all but thrown herself into him, "Maybe, just a little... I don't think I'd mind being overwhelmed though..." she mentioned in a slightly flirty way. Yes, that was about the right tone for her to take in the moment. Still that woman now sitting on the floor still hadn't regained control of her body. Miko would have felt almost bad for her, if she hadn't been so absolutely antagonistic. While Miko was a bit of a pacifist she still wasn't the type to fully tolerate disrespect against herself nor people she liked. "I'm sure she will... but that doesn't mean it wasn't a firm handed lesson~" Miko mentioned. Some things were harder for some people to grasp than others, as such she was willing to leave all of this behind. Her bag was in her hand and she and Marisbury were moving towards the exit, but he left his hand extended and offered to take her bag for her. She looked up at him in near awe. Here he was still being absolutely gentlemanly to her even after all of the weirdness that had transpired. There was something rather heartwarming about it, and more than that... it gave her hope for the rest of her date. "If you don't mind, arigatou gouzaimasu..." she offered the man her bag but still took his unoccupied hand in her own so that they could go on the search for udon. She was still a blushing mess but the light in her eyes was practically dancing with delight, she enjoyed Marisbury's company.
Meanwhile, Kazuhiko shared a bit more knowledge of human condition. He claimed the unbathed had reason already to stop believing in their chances. Sakura could only show a bit of confusion in her face, her brows coming together as she gave it a bit of consideration. Perhaps she was confused about the animal nature of people, they should still be trying to be looked upon favorably, even if they had shortcomings. "If they're not going to try why do they want to live?" she asked genuinely confused about what kept people motivated in this world. Perhaps her speech style was a bit too blunt, but even so, the lass was soon in the same place Kazuhiko had been. Sakura was looking at the various background options and decided upon one featuring a large crimson moon and a wasteland full of torii gates. She didn't know why but it appealed to her greatly. Kazuhiko seemed to miss her point, but as she had her picture she decided it didn't matter if he fully understood what it was she liked in this scenario. At the same time the term Meta was explained and it was apparently another acronym. Letters which meant other words were strangely common among humans, and this one was explained by the shop keeper. Sakura turned her unnatural gaze towards that man and listened fully to his explanation. "Sou ka, I suppose that makes sense. Though using the same tactics as everyone else in a game in which you aren't cooperating seems counter-productive," she said giving it a bit more consideration. "Arigatou gouzaimasu," she said to the man though her face was lacking all the emotion she'd previously been showing to Kazuhiko, even the picture she was about to take, was far from expressive in any way.
At the same time, Kaguya and Hiroshi were conversing while getting settled the idea of ignoring the general population. He seemed confident that he could find another way to manage putting off people without hampering his senses further. "Sou ka, well... I have faith you'll figure it out," she said. Given his own confidence she had no reason to question him and was content just to help him as he needed. As for the convenience store itself apparently something more showy was expected and the automatic doors were worthy of note. "Showy is saved for big shopping districts, malls and department stores. We can show you those later if you like," she said carefully. "I couldn't tell you how the doors worked, but it's definitely electronic..." she said about the doors. Once inside a breeze from the overhead air-conditioner lowered the temperature appropriately and they were left with the sights and sounds of the store itself. It had a pretty standard layout toilets and offices in the back. A side with hot foods. A side with cold food storage... and various items in aisles in the middle. ATMs and newspaper machines lined the front walls under the windows and baskets and the like were available for pickups that needed more hand space. "Irasshaimase!" yelled a young woman from behind one of the hot counters. She seemed to be a bit flustered but such was usually the nature of businesses like these.