[ This is not what she expected to find when she rounded the corner, a wall of earthling teenage boy. None the less, while she's momentarily distracted by her guide it seems a walking, talking tree with blue hair manages to get the jump on her. That's pretty impressive, but not wise.

Star lets out a startled squeak, drops her guide to clatter on the floor, and (completely on reflex, she'll swear) ALMOST blasts the comic right out of Aomine's hand. As it is she just manages to reign it in at the last second, eyes and hands all glowing intensely. There's definitely a flustered, trill in her voice as her eyes dart up, wide, to glue onto his, slowly losing their glow. She sounds pretty meek at the moment. ]

... Um... pardon me, but I fear you are mistaken. Does the R-rating not exclude juveniles whom fall below the the age of eighteen? If so, I must warn you that am not yet permitted to look upon such materials.

[ But it's already in her face, and as such the only possible response she could have to this is to redden and bring both hands up (now no longer glowing) to cover her eyes. Her orange face is looking just a little bit pink all of a sudden. ]

Are the rules not the same, here aboard the Panic? I have never seen such a shameless display...! How perverse...!