The first thing Takeru did when the Kidou was dispelled was raise one hand to eradicate the itch on her back, and the other to the hilt of her dagger, tucked unseemly into the waist of her hakama. The touch was reassuring, and the stained bone handle's smoothly carved surface was a constant reminder of where the blade came from. Letting out a long held breath, Takeru glared at Micheal and when he nodded towards a particular car and offered his hand, she obstinately strode towards him and slapped his hand out of her way as she stepped through the doorway to the Living World. Approaching the indicated car, she walked to the passenger side, opened the door and fell inside before slamming the door with vigor. Only after she'd fastened the seat belt did she look back at Micheal, her arms crossed under her chest.