{From literature, to Saturday morning cartoons and now high-tech spy...mafia gear. As Mukuro summoned the eye-glass piece, Chrome kept touching and tapping the wall, thinking he'd be the one to spot the weaknesses. She'd better move in closer...}

Pardon me.

{She brushed against Mukuro's arm, attempting to get within arm's reach in case he needed to show her something. The contact was very brief, yet the girl felt it keenly. Now she was made aware of just how enclosed a space it was. This brought on that blush again and a small gasp}