This area of town is getting unpleasantly noisy. Hibiki had been about to take her leave (a building on fire is hardly her preferred elegant environment, and therefore unworthy of her presence) when, among all the other ruckus, she could have sworn she'd heard a...cry?

Curiosity has her turning her head. Genius inspiration has her wandering over to the bag.

"My imagination...?" she wonders, looking down at the stuck bag.