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Well, of course, her real self under the polite, kind mask knew it all; but keeping this innocent disguise gave a better image of her to the others. She did enjoy these kind of games, though.

"Yeah, that's the name of the game! Not like anything says we actually have to follow 'em, though. Though I doubt they'll let us out until our seven minutes is up", Noa established with a chuckle. This Erin girl... she looked sweet, and despite her face paint didn't seem to be a mime. Or... was she? Noa appeared pensive for a moment, as if internally debating whether or not mimes remained eternally silent. She eventually concluded that it would be ridiculous if there were always mute, and was grateful that she was probably right. It would have been incredibly unfortunate if the two of them were thrust in here and all Erin was capable of doing was re-enacting being stuck in a slightly smaller box.

He noted her expression, and bowed just slightly. “Do forgive my presumption. I did not meant to imply that you are someone who would do such a thing.”

"Hey, just.... don't worry about it", Noa mumbled. The contortionist twirls her hair around a finger idly, put at unease by this incredibly polite man. It was almost a relief to hear that he was going to retrieve Rua. There would be easier conversation grounds with someone else who held a performers profession.

You go back to the bedroom.

Noa notices the closed window as she exits the bathroom. She can feel a shiver go up her spine... This whole situation was just... eerie. Was Chelsea alright? The contortionist scans the room once more, unsure what to do next. The bed looks oddly untouched, but there's other things she can poke around in... Perhaps there would be some kind of lead as to where the gunman was?

monomono! (if i already sent one of these i am dumb and sorry)

Groaning quietly, the boy pushed himself up and hissed slightly in pain, turning his head to look at the girl who was crouched beside him. Was the dorm he knocked on hers?

Noa watched over him with concern as he stood, remaining at the ready in case he stumbled or anything. Assured that he wasn’t about to fall over she rose from her crouch and duster off her tights. The contortionist wasn’t entirely convinced that he was ok… but she wouldn’t press it. Yet.

Kiyoshi let out a little chuckle, perhaps somewhat unsure, but kept his even expression regardless of his slight nervousness at the conversation dragging on.

"Oh! Oh, no, it's not that I was..." Noa trailed off, seeming fairly perturbed by his assumption that she was referring to herself. She exhaled and set to correcting the butler. "I wasn't planning on doing anything like that, I swear! I may have been raised in a circus, but that doesn't mean I'm going to cause a ruckus..." The contortionist scratched her cheek, staring absently at the wall.

"It’s not that I don’t have the guts..! I could ask them like that if I wanted to but.. I need to think what they’d like. I’m not sure he’d like being grabbed." She sighed a little. Did she really come off as a coward? 

"Oh, is that it?" Noa's brow furrowed in thought. "Well, you don't have to necessarily grab him... you just need to make sure he's paying attention to you, yeah?"

Kiyoshi, though he still had little clue as to what it really meant, was the sort of person to receive compliments quite often, especially on his work or on his face or really anything else he did, and so was largely desensitized. Not knowing how to conduct interpersonal relationships or about the world in general has its advantages sometimes.

"Ehhh?" Noa started at the fancily dressed man in confusion. Would he really roll with something like that so easily?