Funny thing about burnt human skin. For someone who has, fortunately, never had to smell it before this moment in time, it's awfully distinctive. Someone was burned. Badly. Instantly, Nui thinks of her conversation with Chiyoko.

Well, let me know if you find your scissors. And I'll look for them, too.

She'd seen Osaka run past as she'd glanced out of the classroom doorway, but that wasn't enough to judge the situation proper. Besides, maybe someone just...burned their hand...right? When Nui approaches the mob spilling out in the hallway, her smile falters, becoming more plastic than usual.

"Are we having a party out here, or something?"