[ He's not sucessful at first. Sara wants to get far, far away from that door, digging her nails in and pulling Shin along until he finally manages to tug tug tug her to a stop, a good fifteen feet away. The gun is still gripped in her free hand and she doesn't seem unwilling to let go of either as she tries to catch a panicked breath. ]

You don't know anything. [ She sounds defeated. Does she want to explain they're inside someone's soul? Would that freak him out, if he didn't know? Maybe she should just pretend she doesn't for now. ] I don't know much either...I suppose you could say I'm looking for Shin Tsukimi...

[ She gives him a tired stare. He really does look young, no longer pixelated by a screen but real and warm and living. Probably about her age, slightly shorter, brighter eyes, a different scarf. A thousand little details an AI didn't pick up. ]

I'm Sara.