After feeding Shiki his serving of pocky, Rima plucked another stick from the container for herself, gently nibbling on the sweet treat. "
Rima's gaze shifted over to Shiki, her expression taking on a worried look. "Why is Shiki bothered by them?" While it would have been difficult for a normal human to discern, their disquiet atmosphere was easy to denote despite the fact that they tried to conceal it. She could smell their fear—literally. It was one of many "perks" that vampires were entitled to. It was, perhaps, a little discomforting to feel such an overwhelming air. "Hmm, maybe. Humans are really delicate, you know," she spoke, her voice dull, "They easily scare over the dumbest things: walking dolls, imaginary ghosts—even the slightest creak at night sends them running. While they are oblivious to our true identity, they probably can sense that we're different. That alone is enough for them to distrust us."
In attempt to comfort him, Rima pulled out another stick of pocky, jabbing his cheek with it. "Oi, let's get out of here. I want to get some air before we have to deal with that pinhead again." Although, truthfully, her only intention was to draw him away from this oppressing environment.
Without waiting for a proper response, she grabbed his wrist and hauled him to the building's roof.