[Into the Looking Glass]

"It... it is, yeah." Siana smiles. She may never have been in town during Maesda's fall, but if the people there were anything like her uncle, she can only conclude it was heaven on earth, even during its last days.

Her smile gets a little wider when Ana gives her number in turn, and she tucks the paper away in her satchel. "Well, yeah. I don't think anyone's ever complained that too many people care about them." She jokes.

Of course, her mood does a half turn when Ana screams. She pivots on her... well, not her heels, but her dress's wheels do a good job of turning her around on a dime. In the same motion, her hand flies to her cane, drawing her sword and holding it in a ready position. The rest of her cane is still in her other hand, holding it with a reverse grip. She's ready in case of anything-

...Except that.

"...What the hell is that doing here?" Siana growls, still standing ready to fight despite the fact that the little yokai is fleeing.