...Shishiba-san, I'm not going in...

She says, clutching the briefcase that likely holds her circular saw in one hand while the other hand grips a pillar for dear life. Judging by the veins popping on the back of her hand, she seems quite desperate.

He tugs at Osaragi's collar before letting go in resignation, glancing at her with an exasperated look.

...How old are ya, anyway? Aren't ya twenty-one?

Watching Osaragi cling to the pillar like a koala makes a sigh escape him. At least koalas are cute, but this... He shakes his head to clear the thought.

Ya think it makes sense for a twenty-one-year-old to refuse to work just 'cause she's scared of ghosts?

She turns only her head to look at Shishiba.

Shishiba-san... This isn't a matter of being scared or not... It's a matter of survival...

Frowning. What're ya even talkin' about?

He munches on Pocky beside them, readjusting the metal case slung over his back. He smiles, his eyes crinkling into half-moons.

Ah, look, a koala, a koala~ Shishiba, you're thinking the same thing, right?