Turbulence.

"All set to go," Kaname casually announced, dusting his hands off as if he had not just sacrificed an innocent woman to the Goddess of Death.

He hopped into the open carriage — this one had an ovoid build and the Cay'yotte Uezisen crest embossed on its sleek metallic surface — where Jane had just closed the trapdoor to where they kept their own clothes. Jane had managed to squeeze into the black and white maid ensemble she stripped off the girl Kaname killed.

"You look so servile in that, it actually makes you appear harmless," Kaname noted as he regarded her. He wore his own stolen outfit consisting of a white hakama over a navy blue nagagi robe and over it, a washed out yellow tartan-plaid haori. His tawny brown hair was pulled back into a small ponytail, "Its perfect!"