For Haru, there's no change to her appearance, nothing strange to be assessed and marveled over. She's dressed more sensibly and conservatively than usual, as if she's trying not to draw attention to herself. She feels like she should be picking up her drum sticks and tapping out a tune. She should go promote ViP somewhere in the streets no matter what she's wearing, but at the same time, the fear and paranoia from the festival come back in full force.

It overrides her thoughts of her band, and she looks for somewhere to hide, to get out of the open. She's waiting for something, for someone she's pretty sure, but she doesn't know why. It's on the tip of her tongue, the reason why standing in the street isn't safe, M-, but she can't grasp it. She keeps her eyes on the sky and tries to find somewhere she can get into.