The simplicity of Rikuya's upcoming night was not something that would be matched by Ai. Though she obviously wouldn't be needed to stay on the scene a looming threat appeared over her head like a depressing raincloud. Even as Rikuya gave his last few words to Makima over the phone that woman was handing out orders to others. Hearing that he'd report directly when he was done and knowing he'd take care of everything else she had but one thing to say, "Good boy," she offered in response to his apparent farewell. Though she'd asked to speak to the girl in question, Ai's covered face turned to Rikuya and her eyes shifted towards her phone. She accepted it, like it was an active grenade and steeled herself for the oddity of the coming conversation. "Moshi moshi," Ai started if only to keep things moving forward. Makima heard this girl speak and had but one thing to say to her as well, "Hayasaka, report to me at HQ tomorrow before 5pm," she stated as if she didn't expect an argument. An entire business day, to report directly to Makima for what would likely be an interrogation. "H-hai, I understand," Ai managed while swearing in her head. This was the last thing she wanted to do tomorrow. Still, if she had until five, she could make sure Kaguya was settled in whatever activity she had going on, and swing by for a fw hours. "Say goodbye," was Makima's order, one which Ai felt almost compelled to go along with. "Hai, ja ne, Shido-san." Ai offered before hanging up her phone. A second later, a series of images appeared in her texts so she turned them back towards Rikuya. "I assume these are for you," she stated as she aimed to show him but readied herself to depart.
At the same time, Miko and the fluffy haired male were getting to know each other a little better. Bit by bit the information was coming together. He had refused her option of snacks she had to offer, implying that he was at least the standard kind of Japanese at base. But, he'd also claimed he couldn't turn down help with cooking if that was the route he'd decided to take. "Hai hai, it's no problem♪~" Miko claimed happily. She'd already cooked one meal today, helping someone else get their bearings in a kitchen was far from an oddity. And for her troubles and introduction she also received a name in turn. Yes, it was one she was already familiar with but, introductions of the self were important. "A♪~ma♪~mi♪~ya♪~kun♪~" she said his name with the rhythm her voice most wanted to apply to it. Like it was a form of remembering but it wasn't, she simply often chirped things out like that in certain situations. Beyond that point, she was wandering down that dark hallway with someone seemingly there to make sure she got there safely. That wasn't all too odd, but the fact that she didn't hear his steps shuffling back afterwards was odd. 'Oh? Is that just a taking advantage of a situation thing... or is he always like that?' she couldn't help but wonder. Still it wouldn't stop her from turning on the water an stripping out of her clothes, knowing that someone was there, made her life a little awkward so she decided to distract herself just a bit and find out how closely he was watching as she stepped into the shower, she began singing... strangely enough a song she had a large part in writing.
"I am unwritten♪~
Can't read my miiiind♫~
I'm undefiiiiined♫~"
Meanwhile, at one of those other high ranking Dungeons, a young woman dressed a bit like a punk was standing off to the side. She had in her hands a strange plant which she was cataloguing for her own purposes. The words of the other man with her made her look up, her red eyes narrowed and her blue lipstick accentuating a smirking mouth. "Well, take some sample pictures of it. If kids can figure out the alien languages and elvish from reading books, I'm sure someone, somewhere can work out ghost language. I mean if all else fails I'm sure a Medium would try at least~" she joked about the situation while managing to offer a little insight. "Admittedly though, I've also only seen these plants in this kind of dungeon it implies environmental differences, from a natural scientist perspective," she offered more distinctly. Still, a few more specimens to work with was far from bad. As far as she could tell, each type of creature had it's own type of environment with very few overlaps. Different kinds of plants, different temperatures, and even different rocks from a completely observational standpoint. As a scientist there were far too many unknowns, and then there was what she was doing and that had everything to do with a very specific kind of reaction to these new phenomenon.
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