Haku stared at Yukio quietly. She had never seen him this angry before, though she fully understood WHY. If any of her siblings had been with him, or - God forbid - her daughter, she would probably look the same. Determined, stone faced, ready for anything. And just scary enough to be intimidating.

But her attachment to the people involved were little more than friendship. She was worried, yes, but she left the anger to Yukio while she took the cautious side.

She nodded to Yukio and started forward on her crutch towards the door, entering the dim, sunset-lit warehouse area of the factory.