Keiko stood there, transfixed by disbelief for a long moment...then started to laugh. Even through the mask of her costume, she could smell the faint hint of the little brown rolls herbal scent. The kami must be angry, she thought to herself, for sending her a neverending barrage of complications to so ordinary an investigation.
"We'd like to talk to Beatrice," she said, projecting an image of herself without a costume on around herself.
"We'd like to talk to Beatrice," she said, projecting an image of herself without a costume on around herself.