[Mia's lucky enough to have been paired with a volunteer to help-- a rather shaggy looking volunteer, Mia will admit, but no shadier than most she's had to deal with in court. She studies him first, then the room they're led into, walking around the whole room and dragging her fingers along the wall. It's seamless, like magic, surprising and mundane all at once. Once she's done confirming that door really is gone, Mia takes the moment to observe the tools they've been provided with, mentally taking inventory.]
(They don't exactly scream useful...)
[Mia notes, crossing her arms and lifting one hand to her chin as she thinks.]
(There's no telling how thick these walls are, but all of these seem aimed at either trying to tear them down or trying to make a fool of yourself.)
[Not one to make decisions just yet, Mia turns to her counsel, Shinjiro, and offers a polite smile.]
So, Mr. Araki.
[That is definitely not what anyone said Shinjiro Aragaki's name was, but okay.]
Test of Initiation - Locked to Shinjiro
(They don't exactly scream useful...)
[Mia notes, crossing her arms and lifting one hand to her chin as she thinks.]
(There's no telling how thick these walls are, but all of these seem aimed at either trying to tear them down or trying to make a fool of yourself.)
[Not one to make decisions just yet, Mia turns to her counsel, Shinjiro, and offers a polite smile.]
So, Mr. Araki.
[That is definitely not what anyone said Shinjiro Aragaki's name was, but okay.]
Are things... usually like this?
[Logic puzzles with... no logic?]