With a glare at Utena--she was too mature to roll her eyes--Juri straightened up and lowered her poker enough that it didn't seem quite as much of a threat. Then she nodded and walked back out like it was her idea. Even in this horrible skirt and t-shirt from the Institute's rag bag, she could look graceful.

"Thank you, I'm Juri." she said belatedly over shoulder. The outside air didn't really smell that much better, but something about not having that rot confined made it much easier to breath. "I don't particularly care which car."