She saw his advance from the corner of her eye, head turning to follow him as he approached. He was guilty. Of that she was absolutely and unshakably certain, and the look she gave him said as much. Most of the others would probably be as well, albeit for different reasons, but so far none of them had noticed him slither in.
She stared down hard at the picture in her hand. Her hands were leaving wrinkles from holding it too tightly, but there was nothing else to do with them. In a moment he was looming over her shoulder and she could practically feel the mirth bleeding off of him. She hoped very dearly that he could feel her murderous intent as well.
He walked away and left rage swelling and bubbling and clawing at the inside of her throat. Kiriko kept her mouth shut. Her eye was on Kozue now. Tom and Seiko would handle this with her. She should leave. There was nothing to be said to any of them at the moment. She turned the picture over on the table, stepped away and started towards the hallway, only to see Reizo return and pocket the picture she'd been staring at. The look she gave him was pure venom, but she kept her feet moving. Later. He'd answer for it later.