Ichika seemed to be quite shocked at the three who were hosting a slightly restrained gawking-fest. Of course, she participated.
”Alé, I would usually remark on your very rude comment and for your information I am 12-nearly-13! But, you seem to be as confused as I am. Also, I like your hair!” She beamed at the woman. She was very pretty. Not the other two though.
Naturally, her eyes snagged on the motorcycle and uniforms.
“Are you… military?” She seemed intimidated by their appearance and fiddled with her Szostó pin. It was a bit chilly, but she didn’t mind. It cleared her thoughts, and without the cold she probably would have lost the ability to speak for a few seconds riddled with confusion.
