Tomoe instinctively pulled away from Joshua as he tried to get closer. She gave a nervous smile and bowed her head slightly which acted as her traditional apology when people took her aversion to touching personally.
At least this time I didn't hurt anyone
Tomoe scoped out a position to be a distance away from every other person as well as the black sphere but as more people emerged solitude seems less and less likely. She desperately wished for a movie to watch or a boken to swing around for amusement no matter how crazy she would look.
Once she thought things through more the wooden sword seemed like a better idea, but not for practice.
Despite the fear and anxiety welling up within her Tomoe walked to the nearest person who wasn't the man with the gun and intoduced herself.
"My name is Tomoe Shimada. I, uh, think I may have died. "