[Really the kid should know better than to be playing with strangers. Around here, the stranger may well eat him. Perhaps eventually even Yukio would be that threat, once the blood-hunger set in. It hadn't yet, and he's more intent on seeing the kid off than doing any sort of harm. This isn't the time or place for games!

Granted when it's Yukio, there's rarely a time or place for games.

With the boy finally shooed off he can focus entirely on this instead, gaze scrutinizing, searching for other signs of change, anything that might pin down what this place was forcing her to become. He'd been told the pamphlets weren't entirely accurate, but it was better than nothing.

Unfortunately there's no choice but to dwell on it. Reunions are important ... knowing what sort of savage beast they were becoming was much moreso.]

I'm glad too, Shiemi. Your eyes look different. [Some of his smile fades; the instructor's still there after all, as is the worried friend.] Has anything else changed, do you know? Have you felt different at all?

[Possession is inevitably what his mind tries to insert even if he KNOWS it's not what's going on here. This world created its monsters in a very different way. But why did it have to be her?]