Her "thing"? [Fukawa's expression says it all, but she'll go ahead and say it anyway.] Bullshit. Lottie, do you seriously think I'd make up a c-crappy joke like this?

[It's not her motivations being called into question though. It's Lottie's sanity, which is something she ought to be more sympathetic about. H̢͖̺a̠̠͓r͎̼d̟̺ t̙͔͎o͖̺͎ b̺͉͜e̫̠̝a̘̻͖t͕͇̠ t͎͕͇h̺͙̟e͓̙̞ l̡̼͓i̡͜t̢͖̼e̢͔͓r̠̻͜a̪̻͉l̝̟ p̟͕̘s͕̪y͉͜c̪͚h͚͙͙o̠̘͍p̪͇͔a̢̺̼t͚͕͕h̡͇̟,̞͔͜ h͎̪u̡̝͖h͉͙̙?̡͇̙

Fukawa grimaces, clenches her fists. Lottie isn't just indignant, there's a hurt there. Something in the way she holds her hands up puts Fukawa's guts in a vice. She hasn't heard her tread so close to tenderness before. She was always perky and perfect, maybe flummoxed at Fukawa's graceless interjections, but overall? The babe was bulletproof.

Until tonight. Whoever this specter was, they meant a lot to Lottie. Enough to drag tears out. Have her barking back at common sense. How would she feel if she thought she saw Komaru?

So just calm down a little. Think about this. Convincing people needs evidence. So, what would Kirigiri do?]

You s-said she went to...relieve herself, right? [Pee, whatever. She's crass but not in that sense, and she doesn't want to piss Lottie off further. Fukawa backs up, closing in on the door. She takes the handle without looking.] Fine. Let's go get her.

[She swings the door open.

The bathroom lays untouched. Just as empty and dim as Lottie left it.]