Hitomi looks surprised at first, then a bit angry. The collision with the young pilot spilled her just now ordered drink over her shoes, as her reflexes had allowed a short jump backwards, to protect the fresh uniform.
She looks to Mori. Her eyes seem to fixate him, and for a short moment you could even believe her to be taller than the young man.
The moment she looks at him seems to be long, and every person in the immediate vicinity steps back a bit, awaiting the Admiral to yell at Mori, as she is known to be quite a harsh leader, especially when disturbed.
Instead of yelling at him or losing her temper, she begins to speak. Quietly, almost whispering, but every person in the vicinity hears it.
"Mori-Kun. I see you're enjoying yourself."
Every word drips like melting ice from her lips, managing to be intimidating without even a single raising of her voice. She stems her arms onto her hips, apparently imitating a gesture she seems to have seen in Bretonia or at least somewhere more western, and awaiting Mori's response.
Quietly, the barkeeper moves into her direction, a new cup of Sake in his hand, possibly to calm Hitomi down.
