It wasn't until the third time she put a box back on the shelf that the little pink haired girl realized something was amiss. She wasn't sure what she should be annoyed at. Was she just so out of it that she kept doing the same things over and over? It was easy to get distracted by how much she simply hated this job, but she really must have been losing it. A lot of this stuff she didn't even remember doing!

Of course she would have never thought of the logical explanation. That a creature from Japanese myth had randomly decided to give her attention. That was just so logical of COURSE she didn't think of it. It should go without saying that she wasn't able to detect Koishi at first. But once she does, she whirls towards her immediately, hands clenched into fists at her side. She was small, and didn't look dangerous, but she had a lot of fire in her. Thankfully, she doesn't just lunge at the girl.

She relaxes a little when she notices it seems to be just a girl with odd fashion sense. A little, because the fact that she didn't notice her approaching at all doesn't go missed. Nonon hadn't made it so far by being trusting and careless. "Who are you?" Her voice is accusing, and filled with annoyance that one would not need to be a satori to see. "I'm trying to get everything in order so I can go home. How did you even get in here? I never heard the door open."