She gave Haruka's hand a comforting squeeze. Usagi was good at reading people when she was paying attention. More often than not, she took people at their word instead. Michiru wasn't quite that naive and trusting. She'd been through too much.
At times it was almost like a dance. Michiru's body moved, and Haruka mirrored her or vise versa. A steady rhythm that only one or the other heard and yet both could follow. The music of the universe that they were so tightly bound to.
The answer was rewarded with a grin. The faces on some people, watching transfixed with the sure though that she'd fail somewhere before she reached the door were the ones that amused her. When her back hit the door she pushed it open and walked out, only then turning to walk the correct way. She paused just outside of the door, to the side enough that she and Haruka wouldn't be in the way of entering or exiting people. Looking up, she gave a worrisome frown to the darkened sky. The rain she didn't mind. It was the lack of sun that did it.