Rika hadn't expected to be addressed, and jumped just a bit before turning to look at who had spoken to her. Judging by hr appearance, she seemed more likely to answer questions--she was getting nowhere with all the blonds. The outfit the girl was wearing was one she would consider odd--she took note of the symbols with a bit of curiosity--but this wasn't Hinamizawa.

"Hello," Rika said, letting the childish tone come to the forefront; people were more likely to help a little lost girl, after all. "I just got here. Is there really no way back?"

She had spoken with Ivan on the journal, and he had said there wasn't. But Rika couldn't help but hope that maybe he just hadn't known the way.