She backs out from the vision and wakes. Quickly she unslings her bag and pulls out a notebook and a pen and sketches and scribbles, lest she forget details that may be significant, she should relay this whether it's already known or not. She gets up and stretches her arms before walking from the scene, first she had to pick up some take-out to bring home. "Chiyoda ... Kalashnikov" She murmurs to herself as she recollects the event.