Utena breathed a sigh of relief knowing that they wouldn't have to deal with keys to get a car going. "Thanks a lot. We're glad for the help. I'm Utena, by the way," she said, following Juri quickly to the door. Suddenly, she was feeling self-concious of her ridiculously pink skirt again; combined with not appearing to know that much about cars and her age, the getup made her look a lot more feminine and helpless than she really was.

They made their way out to the lot and Utena looked over the cars, trying to figure out which one looked the most secure. Despite herself, her eyes kept going back to a late 90s model red sedan. She supposed it was a sense of familiarity and homesickness that was doing it, even though the car wasn't the same type as the one she had seen around Ohtori campus. "That one's as good as any," said Utena as they got closer to the car.