She feels Jon's movement tug on her grip, but she releases instead, still staring back at the spot they came from for a moment, before she turns to catch up and walk beside Kiryu, folding her arms across her chest instead so she can grip her sleeves tightly, feeling the silk catch on her rough bark. "I'm used to roughing it," she says simply, her casualness uncomfortable and forced.

Deja vu, she knows is the phrase: feeling like you'd done something before. Rushing through a portal to the other side of the country, self-declared guardian beating up everything in their path until they're out, and Coraline bites down on her lip as she unfolds her arms to try and force herself to relax.

It's not really working.