Protectiveness over Mr. Stark. Hibiki’s curiosity about this respected gentleman is well and truly piqued now, but she’s also not particularly in a mood to argue despite her irritation. The train is only so large. Their paths are bound to cross at some point whether she makes a deliberate attempt or not.

“Say what you will.” Hibiki moves to leave, the picture of dignified outrage. Noble. Piqued. “Well, the conductor is more my priori-“

There is a comical squelching sound. She just stepped in the tea puddle.

Her entire body twitches.