[For a brief moment, Tokaku considers stripping down and going for a swim either to alleviate the rest of the bites or escape the worst of the rain. She's soaked enough as it is, and it's quickly apparent wasting the last of her energy wrestling waves may be the dumbest idea she's considered yet.
And all of her ideas have been disastrous, so far.
She picks up the container she's been hoping the rain has cleansed by now--then turns to kick the sliding door to the warehouse behind her. When no noise aside from the rattling mechanism is sounded, she finally slides it open. It's as good as calling to see if anyone's inside.]
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And all of her ideas have been disastrous, so far.
She picks up the container she's been hoping the rain has cleansed by now--then turns to kick the sliding door to the warehouse behind her. When no noise aside from the rattling mechanism is sounded, she finally slides it open. It's as good as calling to see if anyone's inside.]