"Eh? Are you sure?" She shakes her head, immediately regretting the question. Of course her companion is sure; she should know better than to doubt her comrades just because she's alarmed. "Alright. I can arm myself without even lifting my hand, so we'll be alright."

A single Tarot card floats out from her sleeve and holds itself in front of her, tilting itself sideways as if threatening to fly forward like a razor at a moment's notice. True to her word, Azusa hasn't lifted her hand yet...

Wait.

"They aren't on the other side of us, are they?"