[Setsuna's face reddens, mouth pressing into a firm and extremely irritated line. She barely clenches her teeth around a huff of frustration. She knows Kokichi can see and hear everything happening, and that only makes the sense of undeserved humiliation worse.]

... fine. I'll check by the bed, if you don't mind.

[Her heels tick-tack-tick across the floor in an angry staccato as she marches over to the side of the bed, eyeing it like nothing so much as if it's the vomited-up wreckage of a particularly misbehaving cat who got into the trash, before punching her hands together, fist to palm. She sweeps the area with a glance, eyes lighting on the locked trunk as a starting point.]

[In a single smooth motion, she draws back her fist and falls into a low stance, then snaps her arm forward, punching effortlessly through the entire lock and into the trunk itself, with enough force the trunk cracks, shattering apart along spiderwebbing fractures from the point of impact and outwards so violently it simply falls apart in front of her like a cracked egg.]

[She steps back, shoulders still tense with her own wounded pride, and forces herself to take a quick breath as she takes in the contents of the chest she's now oh so helpfully exposed.]