[So dramatic! She brushes right past him, trying to shoo him away from the headstone so that she can take a closer look. A cemetery isn't the nicest place to be, especially as it gets darker and darker, but it's nothing to be too freaked out over. And besides, she's sat through dozens of Tokoyami's scary stories. She's got this.]

It's fine! I'm sure that no one minds, so let's look at it, okay?

[But sweeping away the vines he's yanked free doesn't reveal anything at all. The stone looks smooth, and it feels smooth, too; there are no grooves that she can trace with her fingers, and so, after a few fruitless minutes, she straightens back up with an annoyed huff.]

Nothing. I thought tha— [What did she think? Who knows, because suddenly there is a noise. She instinctively takes a step toward Emma.] D-Did you hear that?

[Damn... maybe Okuyasu had a point after all.]