Mariko looks away from her shade when Togusa does -- her eyebrows pop and she grimaces faintly, 'Yikes' clear in the way she tries not to say anything. She's long past wanting to hammer the point about their shared universe home, but hearing his own mind do it is both too much and strangely validating.

"Easy." she can't help but chide the shade. "This is a lot for anyone to swallow. You come through when it counts Hitori."

Mariko looks around the treeline, past the first row to the second. There's a flock of kids, but something strikes Mariko and her gaze snaps to Genitania. She's the only woman who looks grown, besides herself and Misaki and Mari feels a stone hit her stomach. She's in the second string, faded like she's part of the background. Like she's been forgotten.

It's a shame, because Mariko would remember if Hitori brought a girl like this around. Hell, he probably wouldn't have because - frankly - she looks more like her type than his.

"I'd remember a face like yours," she begins, unconsciously drifting towards Genitania because a pretty lady would be easy after the mess of men she's had to deal with. "What's your name? How do you know Togusa?"