[When Naoto gets there, there seems to be a bit of a Mexican stand off. Aranea is one corner of the store, away from any exits and bleeding terribly from the nose. On the other is the store owners, who seem quite alarmed by the fact that the blood that's on the floor and his hand is cerulean blue.]
Little bitch. What the hell is with your blood? Is it poisoned? AM I POISONED?
[Aranea, meanwhile, seems to be just taking a defensive stance. Her eyes sharply intent on anybody that comes near her and she's breathing heavy from her mouth.]
[Actioning's fine!]
Little bitch. What the hell is with your blood? Is it poisoned? AM I POISONED?
[Aranea, meanwhile, seems to be just taking a defensive stance. Her eyes sharply intent on anybody that comes near her and she's breathing heavy from her mouth.]