[What an oddly vivid dream she was having. First, she was on her way to another photo shoot, only to suddenly be in an arctic field, with some strange ice-spike thing beginning to circle around her. And on top of that, someone she didn't know was also unfortunate to be trapped on the patch of ice with her--A young man with an ethereal appearance akin to that of a prince, or maybe an angel. It was something out of some sort of fairy tale.

Ah, but this prince-like (angel-like?) person was wearing a high school uniform... Then perhaps a scene out of some fantastical shoujo manga, like the ones Kikuchi reads? All of the above? Must this moment only be categorized through modern media known by society? She had so many questions, none of which she felt was necessary to express outwardly.

Perhaps she should have listened when her butler cautioned against eating bullion cubes before going to bed.

Not quite grasping the reality of the entire situation yet and still considering this to be some sort of dream, she also reaches out towards the stranger to maintain each other's balance out of survivalist camaraderie, though her gazes stays focused down on the twinkling fin circling around them.]

... It is truly strange that beautiful things turn out to be quite harmful. Roses, jellyfish, laundry detergent capsules... and seemingly this unknown creature we find ourselves with.

[She continues staring blankly at it for another moment, her eyes narrowing slightly to get a better view of the creature tormenting them. Through the clear parts of the ice underneath them, she could make out the vague but familiar shape of a shark. This sight prompted her to also add:]

I do wonder, if made into sashimi, would it taste more of ice or fish...?

[Clearly, her priorities were in the right place.]