Incense? Well, that wasn't going to be much use now, was it?

But Mitsuya stashed it in her bag anyway. A couple of band-aids went flying out of the pile as she continued rummaging through for something useful; finally, with an irritated huff, she gave that particular section up for lost.

Bad luck all around. She'd pick through this properly later; in the meantime, there was still the Watchman himself to deal with.

But her annoyance at the whole business made it difficult to get into the right mindset, and the wind she summoned was wild and unsteady--who knew where it might go? Certainly not her. (Roll = 1)