"I'll escort you." Hibiki offers Chinatsu her arm, and if it is accepted, they will set off at a leisurely and graceful pace. There's no need to rush. There's no trouble. It's merely a train. Not a problem at all.

Merely a large metal box in which the masses all press against one, heedless of their proper place, with no methods of escape should the surroundings become raucous, or, worse, outright noisy....Merely a method of transportation not in the slightest suited for a top-class celebrity lifestyle....

These sparkles are the sparkles of desperation.