When Kiriko entered, she was leafing through a red folder, looking columns of text up and down. She didn't notice Kai at first - when she did, it almost made her jump. Almost.
"Yamada-san," she said as she snapped the folder closed and stuffed it a little too quickly back into her bag. "What are you doing here?"
Well, the answer was obvious - there was a jacket and there was a needle and thread. She had more meant to ask why he was doing it there of all places. His hugdoll was sitting on his chest, she noticed - he hadn't been there for that dungeon, however. The new ones seemed to spring out of nowhere, and Kiriko thought perhaps the others had made them. She glanced over to where the others were gathered, skimming them in search of her own. Doll!Kiriko was apparently in the middle of miming Toru's temper tantrum and her subsequent slap in the face to Doll!Reizo, though slunk away to doll!Seiko and others upon being met with her real-life-counterpart's scrutiny. Kiriko was pleased with her plush-self's discretion.
"One of the more interesting things to come out of that place..."