Mana was just about to fall flat on her face, when someone grabbed her arm, saving her from faceplanting. In her wooziness, the welcome sound of a familiar voice broke through, and she smiled, instantly spinning around in her tired stupor to grab ahold of the nearest thing—which happened to be the blue-haired girl grabbing a hold of her arm.

"Rikka," she said, as her head spun and she clung to her friend, as the crowed gave them room, "I knew you'd come to my rescue...!"