Hibiki is absorbed enough in her perusal of the bag’s contents that her audience goes, for the moment, unnoticed. Shifting spare shirts out of the way (honestly, why orange?), she begins unpacking through the various sensible items, then frowns.

“What a drastically uninspiring assortment.....” Her towel is produced, scrutinized. Everything in this bag....it’s what staff should supply her. Being made to tote it around herself fills her with an unspeakable sense of foreboding. “Why should I personally carry such an item?”

To continue her inspection of the bag, she tosses the towel aside. Unintentionally covering Little One’s hidey hole.