Kaneda, for the record, would have loved to have time for the following: bitching about her plan, bitching in general, enjoying the almost-peek up Shiho's skirt.

But really all he can do is take in a tiny wisp of the smoke from her bomb in one second, and scream within the next, all the while his fast legs and her iron-grip drags him away to safety. Or what he can only hope is safety. Really, all he can hope is--

"Holy shit!!" Is her and her smokey knickers apparently. Thankfully they both are well acquainted with the emergency exit in the back, past the other patrons and the stuff huddled back there, and back into the open air of the alley behind it.