Ugh, that's foul. Hibiki squints and pulls out a purple handkerchief, holding it up to her nose. There's obviously nothing to see here, so she'd best be on her way....

Except. Was something moving?

"Who's there?" she asks, but she can feel her head starting to pound. This place smells, and whatever's in there certainly is not suitable for Celebrity Consumption. Merely being in the same environment will render her ill.