So much for a quiet evening of sulking and hating her uniform! Completely ignoring the fact that she had thrown the first plate (after all, the other, tawdry little specimen had provoked her), Kana was just - MAD. Mad at aforementioned tawdry specimen, mad at further tawdry specimens crawling out of the woodwork, and mad at the transparent dead person wearing rather nice clothes -

Transparent dead person wearing rather nice clothes?!

Left by herself, it was easy to freely admit that she had acted in an - unladylike and inelegant way hardly suited to the model Lolita maiden. And when she heard the same muffled, shocked snicker well its way out of Matilda, well -

Kana laughed again, out of shock, even while her cheeks were beginning to color up with shame.

But would she let that stop her? Of course not. Kana Takemoto-Zhou let nothing stop her - not ineffectual parents, not the legacy of her long-dead, slightly psychotic grandmother, not nothing. She drew herself to her full height (not much of it), and leveled quite a decent looking glare. "My apologies," she said, the long words sounding funny in her small, pink mouth, "to have - have - discombobbled you. Carry on."

She retrieved her parasol and started to pick potato off herself.