Shiho wipes the smug look off the first one's face with a well-placed shot to the knee that will probably never heal correctly. The second shot to the next one's shoulder, disabling their gun-toting arm. Shiho doesn't shoot to kill, but she doesn't shoot like she'd mind it terribly if they died of shock afterwards.

She trusts him to have at least shot one person since those darts are laced with heavy sedatives, the amount usually reserved for elephants and cause almost immediate blurry vision and loss of motor control. And she trusts in the faint sound she can hear. It sounds like the scream of a jet. Or like a psychokinetic that can almost reach the speed of sound and has the unerring ability to know when her friends were in trouble.

"...You trust me, right?"

Because with that Shiho is grabbing him by the hand and with a disconcerting shift they're in the air, floating high over what is now technically still his safehouse. Just in powder form. Only then does Shiho breathe a sigh of relief, just in time to get tackled from the side by both Aoi and Kaoru. And then a barrage of questions: Was Shiho hurt? (only a little and she hides the scrape by holding onto the back of Kaneda's shirt) Was Kaneda hurt? Did Kaneda actually do a good job and protect Shiho? Whoa, he's actually more dependable than we first thought, Aoi-chan. Does that mean we don't have to pay for that safehouse?

All throughout it though, Shiho is smiling, even turning that smile to Kaneda while she's at it.

"So? Are you hurt?"

Because that hand she has holding onto his shirt is opening, her palm pressed to his back to make sure he really hasn't been hurt.