Sure, yes, she did, more or less. Truth settling, sinking deeper like a ball of raw quinque-steel in water, faster, faster until it crashes onto the murky floors of realization. But it comes as a gaze, dull and nearly lifeless. Unaffected. In plain sight before her, an assumed body, mangled and maimed from ravenous jaws and wild teeth. Scent of both ghoul and something else– more ghoul, permeate their air. This was a ghoul-on-ghoul assault. A witness to her dubious reluctance, briefly judges. What a mess.

     It didn’t matter now, she knows. What was done was done. A corpse is but only that, hearing hindsight neither phased nor tempted her to show more than what was already barely drawn on a blank face. Only speaking directly, flat,  “ They wouldn’t have helped..”   Another truth-ball. As distant screams tell them both that law enforcement are already struggling with maintaining peace as is. Hellish golems and monstrosities expanding, rising, growing plague the city. The CCG was desperate for anything to stay afloat. And to call out to them, she hasn’t returned for a while - in good reason, for something like this in the meantime? It was brushing against irony.

     Attention drives back from body, to shrieks, to finally them,  “ They have more pressing matters than this.. What they’re combating isn’t normal. ” 

     Dreadful.. isn’t precisely a popular choice to describe her. She’s heard others prior, muffled under the steadfast breath of those in likeness. A breeze pass, she, catches the tunes of criticism towards her laced with toxicity and envy, wrath and pride. As many clamour with actions than words in the labs, seeking -- rather hunting glory for their work and achievements. They all wish to climb higher, earn better and triumph over another. For a crown of praise awaits those who impress the heads of this beast of an organization. Simply dreadful that is.. though she alone?---

     “-- Dreadful..? Mm..”  Investigator Suzuya was not one to abide by proper conduct. Words at times flowed like a stream, regardless of pesky obstacles like tact. A savoir fair-less individual truly catches attention, no wonder Dr. Chigyōenjoys them - perhaps it was due to their quinque’s development. He enjoyed that, despite the waste of paper designing it. Together, in her mind, they’re quite carefree as characters. Alongside herself, however, the two blend as well as oil and water. Although, perhaps, that was what made the experience more memorable. Sight of those curled lips hadn’t been ignored, responding with gentle concern and the facade to match,  “ Ah. I suppose.. But, Investigator, shouldn’t you be a little more insightful? ”  ‘Really now..’

     “ —-Ah-.. ”  You aren’t. You really aren’t.. Well. Thoughts are tendered and quiet, hidden behind fallen lips and a hefty gaze. How she knew, he knew a`bit and him, that sugared, foolish romantic. Without not knowing the extent of Matsuri’s harbored, hearty affections, those feelings are blunt like the moon on a blue sky, at least to her.

     But their sibling quarrels regarding these passionate feelings are simply not detained as securely as she’d prefer. Double-doors to Special Class’ office failed in their purpose to fully shut and lock. Was it the mention of his name past the crack in such a critical manner that provoked Urie’s statement? She listened to it with wide eyes, nearly fearful. Surely, yes, she assumed - how embarrassing and classless speaking in that way. Her stomach drops pondering the potential impressions their unexpected guest may hold. It is false, a false statement!  ‘Damn it, Matsuri.. Do you see now how dangerous this can get..Haven’t you learned anything from Yoshitoki?..! We can’t get personal.. We can’t..!’  The shock of greeting Urie evolves into hard knowing eyes once returned to Special Class’ in a flashing moment. And her throat clears, correcting the atmosphere with a better sense of professionalism,   “ Investigator, p-please. Understand. You aren’t. You’re not at fault. We’re just discussing some things, that’s all. So, if you may.. ”