The sudden cry stops Haruka in her tracks, and causes the audience to burst into nervous laughter. Haruka looks back at the crowd, trying to locate the source of the interruption. The sound had come from Michiru, of course, but even the aqua-haired girl herself has not quite registered that she had made such a spontaneous decision to speak.
"Yes...miss?", Haruka replies, her bright eyes betraying her amusement at being interrupted by a beautiful, if naive, reporter.
"Well..." Michiru stalls, feeling her voice start to slip away. The pause only seems to amuse Haruka further, who isn't bothering to hide the arrogant grin that now covers her face. Regaining her composure, Michiru finds her tongue again and puts forward the questions that have been on her mind since she had first heard of Haruka Tenoh and Tenoh Motors: "Are you such a coward that you're refusing to even acknowledge the suffering of the victims involved in this case? Don't you give a damn about the people who use your cars - your own company's faulty machines?"
The tall blonde on center stage looks momentarily shocked, before quickly narrowing her eyes in clear anger. "As I said, this press conference is over."
And as Michiru feels a hand grab gently yet firmly onto her right arm, she knows not to push her luck again.