That was the first kill Momoko had seen so far and she found herself as unaffected as when she was a child watching violent nature documentaries. Perhaps it would be different if she had any idea who these people were (but probably not).

Truthfully the outburst of the flinching man had disturbed her more than the kill onscreen, startling her into knocking over her sugary drink, which she didn't notice until she felt the cold wetness seeping through to her skin. She shrieked, springing up from her seat. For a moment she stared in horror at her skirt, then she scowled, looked back up, and threw her plate in the general direction of the man at fault.

Perhaps a bit of an overreaction--it's not like it was her own Baby brand clothes after all--but it had been a very stressful day for Momoko, okay? After everything she'd been through in the past day or so it had been just such a relief to get out of her ruined dress and into something comfortingly lacy and clean.

So much for clean.