It was with some considerable anger that she took the offered hand. The cut of the kimono - tight around her legs, alliowing for only the smallest of steps meant that getting up from a prone position was not easy. While she was well used to arising, elegantly from kneeling making her way from from the flat of her rump was not as easy as it might have been had she been in an English style gown. She managed it as best she could, assisted by her nervous looking maid who had seen Natsuko angry only a few times but it had been a sight to behold when the small Japanese woman brought her full fury to bear. Now it appeared as though this rough gentleman would be getting the worst of it.

'How dare you sir!' she seethed, the dead mouse had not been lost on her, and she drew herself up to her full height (all petite 5,3 of it). 'Do you make a habit of assaulting young ladies in the street!' it might have sounded like a question but Natsuko was absolutely not asking. Suki heard her maid let out a small gasping squek behind her and she presumed it was becauase she was so intimidating that she was cow towing her nervous maid despite not being the focus of her ire.

'Miss' the small voice came from behind her. Natsuko held up a hand for her to wait a moment, she wasn't with the man - and the costly silks of her gown were splashed with mud and debris - he would need to hear about the damage he had done 'but miss!' she continued, Natsuko didnt take her eyes of the man. 'Miss your neck! ' Laura said, with much more insistence, and Natsuko froze, suddenly aware of something moving around the collar of her dress.