[Kisegawa gives Sasami's hand a reassuring squeeze. Okuyasu, on the other hand (hah), gets an exasperated sigh.]
I'm not going to bite, you know. Now, if this is partially based on my memory, then the door should be...
[There it is -- the sliding door leading out of the dressing room. It should logically lead out into a hallway and a courtyard... but then again, it might not. It could be someone else's memory out there, for all she knows. Or an exit, with any luck.]
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[Kisegawa gives Sasami's hand a reassuring squeeze. Okuyasu, on the other hand (hah), gets an exasperated sigh.]
I'm not going to bite, you know. Now, if this is partially based on my memory, then the door should be...
[There it is -- the sliding door leading out of the dressing room. It should logically lead out into a hallway and a courtyard... but then again, it might not. It could be someone else's memory out there, for all she knows. Or an exit, with any luck.]